Washer fluid's low.
or so an amber-colored light
on the dash would have me believe
every time I brake
or head up or down a hill.
It's not the only thing running low,
though it's one of the few with
a warning light. One I don't
worry about ignoring. Not like
the red oil light which, weeks ago,
flashed just once, and had me out
checking the dipstick first thing
and dumping in two whole quarts
though I knew it was overdue
for a complete change.
At least some things I've learned
not to ignore, even if only to
postpone them.
There are others I'm still figuring out
without the aid of indicator lights
or maintenance minders, only
an internal urge, a back-of-mind
needling that won't go away
no matter how much I put it off
and neglect it. Somehow the
engine keeps on running,
keeps on purring,
keeps on whispering,
just begging to be fed.
