Poem: Of Umbrellas And Choices

“Where’s your umbrella?”
You say smiling to me.
It’s often like that
A question layered with assumptions.
I want to tell you
Many things.
Like every umbrella
I have ever had
Has been torn apart
By wind and rain
For which
I can only fault
My weak grip.
Or perhaps
I shall explain
That when your income
Is mere ODSP
You make choices.
And I tend to choose
Simple pleasures
Like food and music
Film, television, books
Over a fancy umbrella
That won’t last more
Than a couple of storms
In these hands of mine.
Instead I smile
And I laugh
And say
“I don’t have one.
Umbrellas don’t like me
For some weird reason.”

Published by Devin Hogg

My name is Devin Hogg. I was born and raised in Carnarvon, Ontario, Canada. I moved to Guelph, Ontario, Canada in 2009 for university and lived here ever since. In my free time, I enjoy reading, watching TV and movies, going on long walks, swimming, and practicing Chen style Tai Chi. I love to write poetry and blog regularly about topics such as mental health, sci-fi/fantasy series, faith, sexuality, and politics.

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