The chaos of the world invades
Invades your best-laid plans
A treasure hoarded
Or just in sight
Is lost, vanishes
If it happens once
If?
No, no “if” about it
Happen, it will
And again, again, again
We are seekers of treasures
Big ones, little ones
Ones the world will honor
With praise or jealousy
Private ones only we value
Some come to stay
So many are lost
Or lose their treasureness
Even with a thousand lost
We go on seeking,
Finding,
Making
More
So long as the treasure of life lasts
The eyes of love see treasures, joys
As they come and go
So, as another poet advised
Kiss them as they fly*

*William Blake, Eternity

Photo by Michael Dziedzic on Unsplash

Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”