A poem — “Don’t cry over spilled milk”

5 March 2019 — 

“Don’t cry over spilled milk”


It’s a rough
And tumble
World sometimes
Soft and
Sometimes hard
Moments so often
Unexpected
Surprising
Like lifting a half-empty
Milk carton
That you had thought
Was full
And the jolt of
Your arm
Into the air
And even
Sometimes you
Really do
Cry
Over spilled milk
That you dropped
On the kitchen floor
And you hear
Laughter
Cut off the voice
That had begun
Repeating
That proverb
Not knowing
Over what
Stood that little girl
Crying
Because sometimes
Grasping life
And
The unexpected
Can be
So hard and
Your deeply finite soul
And hands
Cannot
Hold it all