October's Blackberrires

There’s nothing I can do for crying eyes
spent & dry as october’s blackberries;
Husband, didn’t you live for me?
MyLord, rascal , scoundrel, spade;
didn’t it all turned out in the end richtig?
Happiness happens sometimes, doesn’t it?

Happiness happens sometimes, doesn’t it?
Even, in those years of crying eyes,
when nothing solid between us could be richtig;
those Marches we cut back too hard on the blackberries
hacking away at them with hedge clippers and spades -
Husband, didn’t you live for me?

Husband, didn’t you live for me;
Happiness happens sometimes, doesn’t it?
Though sometimes it’s a dull edge of a spade
Still, you again started wiping my crying eyes,
Rubbed my bruises dark as blackberries,
Said, without me, the world would not be richtig.

I wait for life to speed up, become normal, become richtig;
oh, My Husband, didn’t you live for me?
It’s like holding breath waiting for ripening blackberries;
Remind me - happiness happens sometimes, doesn’t it?
I rub my drying, no-longer-crying, eyes;
longing and loneliness rains down in spades

The long file bites the metal flat of hoes and spades;
The ritual sharpening will make them work richtig,
The silver slivers will fall out of my crying eyes.
Still … Husband, didn’t you live for me?
Happiness happens sometimes, doesn’t it?
In the evening I gather the sun-warmed blackberries.

I walk past the over-ripe blackberries,
Put away the sleeping hoes & spades;
Happiness happens sometimes, doesn’t it?
Insulate the house tight and richtig;
(Husband, didn’t you live for me?)
how do I stop the crying eyes?

Crying eyes, spent & dry as october’s blackberries;
Husband, didn’t you live for me? Your leaving cut like a spade;
Nothing is alles richtig.  Happiness happens sometimes, doesn’t it?

Ariel
April 9, 2011