Jill Stockinger
Keep On Keepin’ On
The humble
metronome
of my heart
is the beat
to which
my music
begins
and it keeps
the rhythm
of every
movement,
fast,
slow,
soft,
loud,
some parts
sweet
and haunting.
When my
heart stops,
what happens
to the music?
I figure
it disappears
into earth and air.
So what.
While I can,
I keep on going.
This doesn't feel like
it’s enough to celebrate,
but deep down
in my bowels,
I give a shit!
So I keep on
keepin’ on.
That metronome?
I picture a gnome
in this caged-in
metropolitan sprawl
of a city, Sacramento.
Hiding in a green pot
of red geraniums outside
my kitchen window.
Smiling slyly. Sharing jokes
with cawing crows. Gobbling
mushrooms that pop their
heads up, after rain.
Hobnobbing with worms and toads.
Bopping along to the sounds of my life
with everything he’s got.