I Gotta Find The Humor In It Poem by Grant House

I Gotta Find The Humor In It



Now, inside my little attempt at humor is this:
there is a part of me that sees this whole process as a domestication or reining in of my wild spirit which only briefly got to shine, although brightly.

Like a mustang being broken gently by a horse whisperer, there is a lot more going on here than just a quiet dinner at home with you.
I see a mustang; you probably see a stray cat.

I know. You offer a nice dinner together after a hard week.
I see a holding pen.

But it's not literal and my sense of humor always intervenes.
It's kind of funny and ironic that my freedom of spirit brought us together.
It's what I like about you - that independence.
Now that spirit is being tamed, and my sense of humor about it all falling flat with my internal audience.
Oh well.

My nightly revival of spirit as the workday finally winds down hits a wall you call 'it's too late.'

I love to talk the day down.
Get into a big discussion about the day's politics until exhaustion forces us to crash.
Play and be silly.
Be disappointed that they're stopping the dance because it's 11 already.
Go out for late night coffee and a little more chatting before settling in.
Late night is a creative and generative time of day when perspective and insights happen.
Otherwise it is all work and no play.
For a guy like me who works so hard and who is so intensely other directed during long days like I put in, there needs to be play in there somewhere.

Yes. You are wise to take care of yourself.
It's the mature way to make sure you are at your best and that you stay healthy and young physically and spiritually.
It's being responsible for your own well being.
It is smart and necessary.
I understand this.
I respect it.

I respect you for doing that and for honoring your body and spirit needs like that.

I just wish it could be light hearted and open to silliness and irony and a celebration of the successes and triumphs of the day, even if you are not able to stay up to get insightful commentary from Rachel Maddow or get into a big discussion about pressing issues or listen to all the stuff that happened and cool ideas about the future and the funny thing that cracked me up and how the credit card debacle got worked out with the bank and how I think I might have cracked a rib but it will heal and what Susan's daughter is proposing and how it might be fun to start dancing Friday nights or take classes together or why that house might be worth getting an investor quickly
and and and...

silliness, humor, mutual honoring of the day,
happiness that he (me) checks in,
a time for appreciation,
and a little wondering.

Did I say humor?

I call you with a kind of happiness, eager to share and listen.
I know, I know
It's probably inappropriate.
And, too late.

If all this were not funny it could be sad.
I gotta find the humor in it.
I gotta find the humor.

Monday, September 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: independence,love and life,relationships
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