Today may be perfection relative
to Wednesday evening’s mute anxiety.
My son is unconcerned now to forgive
a cruel ex-friend, and time was remedy
for canine illness. (Shelby wouldn’t try
her food and Danny couldn’t cry or grin.
This Wednesday was an irritant and I
was worried so, I gnashed and gnawed my skin.)

Today the dog is eating and the boy
is clearer than the morning. I’ve enough
variety in jobs that I’ll enjoy
myself. Anticipating nothing tough
I ride inside an overheated train
with no complaint in body, soul, or brain.