#6: Drumsticks–A Valediction

Drumsticks: A Valediction

Don’t worry; it’s only temporary.
But because I’ve been drumming almost
non-stop all weekend, I must now say farewell to you, my sticks,
until next Friday, when I will take you up again
and continue the drumming.

Know, you must, that the drumming
lately has been exceptional,
in the way that fishing can be
exceptional, not because I am so great at it,
but because
there’s drumming
to be had,
like fish in a good river.

And I thank you, sticks,
like the fisherperson
thanks his or her pole, for helping me bring
pleasure to listeners and other players,
as the fisherperson
brings fish to a good table.

You’re worn.  A couple of you
are broken.  I apologize, and yet I know that you know
it has all been worth it, and when the new sticks come to replace you,
you will begrudge them nothing,
as you regret nothing.

Nothing to regret
about doing good service
to the rock and roll.

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2 responses to “#6: Drumsticks–A Valediction

  1. I have always aspired to be a fisherperson.

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