Month: April 2024
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On seeing a friend after his stroke
At first,He was the man I knew,And thenHe wasn’t-Some of him didn’tWork;He didn’t even lookThe same.I don’t mindThat –We all wear our yearsLike old clothes:The rips and stainsAre diariesOf our lives.But usually,Something shinesInside the smiles,The labels stillAre legible,And,Even smudged,There is a linkThat we can read,A pinThat fastens usTogether.And yet hisHas come undone,Unpinned.I cannot find himIn…
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Etched upon the Horizon
Now that I am retired, I am sometimes overwhelmed by the amount of time I have to myself. Unlike the time brimming over with things, and filled to the top with purpose to which I had grown accustomed, what greets me each morning in my autumnal years is as empty as a refrigerator on shopping…
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To be, or not…
Perhaps it’s my increasingly autumnal years, but lately I’ve begun to wonder about what extinction really means. Not so much my own, you understand -although that will happen soon enough- but ours. All of us… Extinction has certainly happened before of course. I mean, the Neanderthals went extinct, the Dodos went extinct, the wooly mammoths…
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The Hungry Field
I saw it Twitching In the tall grass Behind the house. Camouflaged And hidden Until it moved, It was a weed Amongst weeds, Just another stalk Trembling In a wind That wasn’t. And then Another shadow Surfaced, Although It seemed to point The other way At first, Until it slipped Like an errant fin Beneath…
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