Sunday, August 29, 2010

What to Wear (A Sonnet)

All those outfits I discard at will
Trying to determine who I am.
When I get up I think I know, but still
My blouses, trousers fly like bread and jam!

Camilla wears her gray and always knows
Except when agitation hits her ears,
While I go flying off within the throes
Of some invented crisis or arrears.

Dear God, give me the strength to wear one thing,
And not pile all those clothes up on my bed;
And please, I add, the comfort that would bring
May make me see more green instead of red.

You need to know it’s not those alms I need.
It’s having grace and courage in the deed.

Kay Weeks