Packing Up

As this season closes shut
And the storm-strewn days
Stretch across the foreign lawn
In chaotic, abandoned arrays
Sprawling in a static wave-
A farewell in a rearview
Before the forgotten hush
Sweeps the old under the new.

I’m sorry I blamed them
For not throwing me a rope,
For the absence of a safe corner.
I put the responsibility of hope
On their otherwise occupied shoulders.
In all my upcoming miles
I pray I lose the complaints
And keep the smiles.

This was a brutal season
And there is relief in the goodbye
And some sorrow;
I know how hard I tried.
I know where my efforts ran dry.

I’m ready to put it all aside,
And drive.