Was A Time

p167754_2a_400 David Fernandez  NOVICA.COM

Was a time
I was available
always available
Like a country doctor
never beyond house calls
Or the sheriff deputy
sitting in an alley
just waiting for
the speeder

Was a rush
getting the call
middle of the night
Cocaine to the brain
And I a man of the cloth
decrying stimulation
yet high as the kite
needing to be
so needed

Was a day
my heart said
Time to hang it up!
So I traded vestments
for stone`washed denim
Moved onto an island
an unlisted number
Grow dandelions
for the wine

Whoever wants me now must hunt me down
Like something wild, and wild is anything
Beyond the reach of purpose not its own.” ~ Wendell Berry


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to Was A Time

  1. Wow, that is powerful. Loved it.


  2. and we here are your new and ever grateful congregants

    Liked by 1 person

  3. sounds familiar…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. rivrvlogr says:

    We all have our stages. How we meet them speaks to who we truly are.

    Liked by 1 person

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