Living with a Rubik’s Cube
Back home I come
after ten stressful hours on duty
To see you scrambled yet again
into frowns and tears
that make no sense to me or you.
It’ll take us hours
to talk this way and that
Yet all the twists and turns we try
might not unscramble you
before we go to bed.
If we do get all the colors straight
we’ll celebrate at once with bliss
Tomorrow’s stress won’t feel as bad
and I won’t dread
returning to face my lovely cube again.
But if we can’t align you today
the stakes will double overnight
Next day at work will be on edge
with too much riding on the outcome
of how my dear cube will turn tonight.
And so it went
day after day each week
A random walk with hellish streaks
our talk maybe paying off or not
without making any sense at all.
To counseling we went and went
until we heard this wise advice
Instead of Rubik’s Cube
we now play dice
with you in charge of course.
We still have streaks
some long and trying
But at least we get reprieve
from struggling to unscramble
that cube that boggles our minds.
When I get home I first see
a glass jar you’ve filled with beads
Today you must be feeling such
that there’s much more black than white
and so I know the odds are long.
Eyes closed I draw a bead
one chance is all we get
And then we dine and chat and laugh
because the outcome is set
at bedtime we’ll just obey the bead.
