Slivers of Gold

slivers of gold sifted out glints of sunshine cutting through clouds only for moments we traipse through thick thorny vines grabbing around our ankles each day falling into holes of kids screaming climbing jagged mountains of bosses needing more more of our thinly spread bodies, minds, and spirits wading through mud thick mud of mortgages sticky stinky car payment mud vines wrapped around our neck with sharp thorns sharp marriage thorns of selfishness and indifference we whack away with our dull hatchets as red despair and confusion drip down our legs with each tiring step then for a short moment a piercing glimpse of sun and blue sky the blue sky eyes of that little boy made inside me the sun dancing on that sweet girls giggles as she puts her short awkward funny arms about my undeserving neck those blue eyes of that boy and giggles of that girl saving me saving me every day from ungratefulness the smell of her hair and warmth of his cheeks pulling me up from the tangled mess heap of indirection and self pity for brief seconds a cool embrace from the one who helped me make them cold water embrace from the hope stream quenching my parched self righteous lips unsure when the glint of sunshine or sliver of gold may revisit