Saturday, December 3, 2011

Sunday's thoughts

I am thinking

for Laurence Ferenghetti

I am thinking about the future

and I am thinking

about my children's sense of time

and I am thinking of reasons

to cross the bridge

and shout It’s not fair

and I am thinking

that the silence

is only a precursor of night’s wish

and I am thinking

about the homeless

dying—alone—

and I am thinking

that fighting a war is only

an excuse to kill people—

and I am thinking

I will never again work

as a software engineer

and I am always thinking

about my children’s sense of worth.

I am thinking about God’s motives

and I am thinking

the Lord works in mysterious ways

known only to Her

and I am thinking

seven days is a mighty long time

to build a sand castle

and I am thinking

it could wash away so easily

and I am definitely thinking

about speaking straight to Her

for the first time in my life

and I am thinking

from my nose right through

to the tips of my toes

and I am thinking

that words, like iove, are nourishment for the soul

and I am still thinking

about my children’s sense of good.

I am thinking the time has come

and I am thinking

of a long-past memory

of my late father

and I am thinking

I should forgive him his faults

and I am thinking

of Europe in summer

and of waiters serving cherries flambé

and I am thinking

of running away to Scandinavia

and I am thinking

running away never solved anything

and problems are put there to be

and I am thinking

past tomorrow, past next week,

past November '98

and I am thinking

while birds sing and

sirens blare

about my children’s sense of life.

I am thinking about the breakup of Canada

and I am seriously thinking

all Quebecois need to relax

and take a nap

and I am thinking

about the beginning of life

and I am thinking

about the ending of a nation

and I am thinking

how to shape a happier country

from the inside

and I am thinking

of entering the battle

on the Plains of Abraham

by selling poutine on the sidelines

and iam thinking

of shouting Tabernacle

along the highway to Rimouski

and I am thinking

Someday I should send

my children on an exchange.

I am thinking about Sir John A.’s vision

and I am thinking

I haven’t been doing my share

of propaganda pushing

and I am thinking

that the wealth of the West,

and the poverty of the Atlantic Provinces

has too long been ignored

and I am thinking

Ottawa was a bad choice

for the capital of Canada

and I am thinking

of travelling across this country

by train in July when the heat

melts the asphalt roads

and I am thinking

that flying one flag isn't enough

and I am perpetually thinking

about my children‘s sense of this land.

I am thinking

that life is too slow

in the wrong places

and I am thinking

of cutting the lawn with pinking shears

and I am thinking

I'll write a collection of poems

about grass growing

and I am thinking

that words, like flowers, bloom repeatedly

long after the season has past

and I am thinking

I’ve not done enough planting this year

and I am thinking

about the care and tending

of Earth’s creatures

and I am realistically thinking

of covering the whole mess over

to start with a clean slate,

but I am tired of thinking

so I will let things be.

[© 1998]

Attempting (again) to Restart

Somehow I got interrupted in my restart to writing, so I will try again.

Bury the leg

for Hallie, may we all see you dance in heaven

along with the pain,

hate and jealously.

I took it off my body, threw it

into a freezer (beside the pizza

pops). It wasn't diseased,

I just wanted to. Nobody cried, but

a laugh at my joke 'I can't use a hand,

but a leg would be good' drove the salesclerk away

to her change room. She stayed, clothed in fear; we

left to drink beer. Grandpa built a coffin, sister sang a tune,

friends carried it over the sorrow, mom whispered a silent

prayer for my sanity (losing the other could happen,

doctors say). Don't cry; it's not alone; I left it picture

to know me by.

No more dancing, no more running and jumping

for joy; only brisk morning strolls with my crutches,

and sometimes, I think about Scooter

missing out on this glorious sunrise today. And I cry.

[©1999]



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