In which I pour out my complaint

In which I pour out my complaint

Eric Colburn

Too tired to do the deliquescing dishes,
I sit and write a note to God instead.
“Dear Lord, I understand that what one wishes
Isn’t the same as what…”
And so I plead
For grace as even the lilies of the field
Must sometimes plead—for even if they toil
Not, aren’t some days too hot, and others cold?
Gifted with a voice, should I not howl?
Above a corner store I cycled by
Today, a sign: “The future was fantastic!”
I couldn’t tell exactly how sarcastic
The sign was meant to be, nor how omniscient.
I did think, though, glancing at the sky,
The evil of today is quite sufficient.

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Eric Colburn
Poet & Teacher

Eric is a writer and a high school English teacher who lives in the Boston area with his wife and two children.

Photography by Haydin Olivia Oechsle