Changing a tire in the rain
only to find it is rusted solid to the well,
now using words I probably shouldn’t
while my wife calls for roadside assistance.
As the rain comes down,
I admit defeat and rise.
In the distance, the sheep are grazing,
I watch their passive migrations and become
Eventually, the rain stops,
the sun comes,
a bow appears,
and roadside assistance is able to
knock the wheel free with a mallet.
We go home, take a shower, and switch into dry clothes,
It’s all funny now, and isn’t that always the case:
even in the downpour, there are sheep to be found,
and help to be called,
clean clothes on the horizon,
and a wife who loves you
even when you become creative with your verbiage.