What am I gonna do if another battery goes?
asked Bob as he settled into bed.
After a trying day of replacing batteries.
First in the Roku remote which was down to its last bar.
Which he fiddled with over and over till the TV worked.
Then the two-year-old thermostat.
A first-time challenge.
After which Bob found he had to reprogram it.
All afternoon, he traversed the house with packages of batteries.
By, evening, he was ready to put the remainder away.
But, he still had one more battery task.
The electric car needed a recharge.
Normally, an easy procedure.
Just dock the handle of the charger into the car’s port.
So, he went to do this routine chore.
Came back puzzled.
The car refused to take the charge.
He tried to problem solve.
Maybe the temperature in the garage was too cold.
Should he condition the car?
He did that remotely.
Got ready for bed, then returned to the garage.
Still no luck.
That’s when he climbed into bed.
Asking what he’d do if another battery failed.
I empathized completely.
Felt quite bad about the stress.
But my mind imaged the battery
newly buried in his chest.
All the others could be worked on
by handyman or tech.
But, if one that paces heartbeat breaks,
calm would careen toward wreck.
Lynn Benjamin
November 23, 2022