I majored in philosophy
which hardly provides a living.
It’s a lot like pressing three hundred
or delivering drywall in the rain.
The first time I felt melancholy was adolescence
returning to my bedroom on a rainy night
after the family dined out in an old gristmill.
The new vinyl disk on the turntable was Chopin.
The pensive or wistful terror or blues has taken
many incarnations since, and I’ve learned to lift them.
“So how’s your social life?”
I bought a fishing boat. I enjoy the quiet.
Poem copyright 2017 by Jnana Hodson.
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