Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The last thing I wanted to say


The first thing I want to say
-After a close encounter
With a dark-hued tomb-
Has its own joy de vie
Its Joy de le veda
And it comes out thus
-Emerging from the labyrinth
Of my fear-
“I can make it on my own”
You surely know though
That is in fact
The last thing I wanted to say

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Your Long-Absent Son Here


Lost in the static of the sixties
Jesus and you
Could always be found
With a few tweaks
Of the dial

The love songs of the seventies
Played while I looked
For your replacement
One to make me smile
And be alert as I dreamed

Studious through the eighties
The seatbelt sign off
Free to move about the country
Turbulence ahead
Just as you had warned

Careering into the nineties
A little place in the hills
Early morning charges
Late-night hand wringing
Learning without knowing

Humbling with the oughts
Settling into time
More uncertain measures
Fewer ways of counting
How I might be doing

All this time…

Your love has shone
Like a lighthouse
Through fog and mist
More shore revelation
Than coastal smoothing

And now…

Your vessel sails
Near the craggy coast
And though I’m distant
I lift a flashlight
On my tiptoes

Friday, February 1, 2013

Happy Birthday, February


Happy Birthday February
Mardi Gras a few days out
The last full month of winter
Above latitude zero
Below if you turn the earth over
Not as cold as it was
Colder than it will be
No solstice nor equinox
Not that many days
No leaping 29th this time
The second month
Of another year
Resolutions beleaguered
Annual opposite of August
Cool nadir to warm apex
Days shorter than nights
But headed the “right way”
Snow days
Colds and flus
Nice jackets
Red on the faces
Of the homeless
Cycles and rythms
This far from the equator