national derailments…

aunt bea
was preparing dinner
when
i stopped by
this evening
she was listening
to
a npr program
about
washington
i told her
i personally
had been
having
difficulty
listening to anything
regarding
the new
washington
blowhard
and
got a rather
sick feeling
even when
his name
was mentioned
i said
to aunt bea
how can you listen to that stuff
she smiled
and
said
there’s an old
trinidadian
saying
the whistle don’t pull the train

questionable evidence…

aunt bea
was
looking through
some old photos
when i stopped by
to bring
her mail
from
the post office
she said
isn’t it interesting
how the mind
recalls those
in your life
that have
passed
i asked
what do you mean
well
she said
i would have sworn
that
your mother
was much taller
than
in this picture
perhaps
true stature
isn’t
a physical attribute

commitment…

i asked aunt bea
how she
and
my uncle
stayed married so long
and
how she managed
to care for him
just before his death
aunt bea
said
child
it’s like
having a garden
you have to
tend to it
if you
ever
want life’s fruit
the earth has to be cultivated
like a lover and friend
long before the seeds
enter the earth
once there
like vows said
the gardening
begins in earnest
you see
a garden
ain’t like eden
lots tears and sweat
are necessary
to keep the weeds down
and
the soil suitable
for life
not
only to sprout
but
to grow well
all the while
you have to keep
an eye out
since plants
don’t need
the same thing
so you gotta
adjust
or
change
what you’ve been doing
to keep it all in balance
though you
probably
won’t feel so balanced
as you doing it
but
sooner or later
you’ll reach harvest time
and
get to enjoy
as they say
the fruits of your labor
but
don’t get fooled
that’s not the end
the garden
still must be tended to
old plants removed
and
the soil prepared
for what is to come
and
you’re still
a lover
and
friend
even when
the frost
is on
the pumpkin

Dedicated to Pat: A New Day: Living Life Almost Gracefully /  Photography and Thoughts About Life and Aging

not quite biblical…

i was
complaining
to
aunt bea
about
how
the new president
seems
to be more concerned
about
hearing
his
name
in the press
than
doing
anything
of merit
that
would cause one
to
actually
mention
his name
aunt bea
said
perhaps
we can take
a lesson
from
history
and
start referring
to
him
as
he with the unmentionable name
maybe
that will
get
the focus
on
national issues
instead
of
ego

preparing for death…

as aunt bea
and
i
were leaving
the grocery store
a young man
from the gym
and
health spa
next door
was standing
beneath
one of those
easy-up tents
encouraging
passers-by
to visit their facility
for
a free
physical make-over
noting
how
such
a program
could provide
a rebirth of youth
aunt bea
said
there comes
a time
young man
when
you have
to admit
that the mainspring
is busted
and
no amount of winding
is going
to make
the clock
run any longer
best to
just
enjoy each tick
or
toc
as a beautiful day
one
at a time

picking dandelion greens…

aunt bea
has a patch
of grass
in the front
of her home
on
saturdays
i go over
to her house
and
tend to the lawn
last week
i went
to spray
the dandelions
as
i started
aunt bea
said
you never did like
dandelions
i recall when mom
would send you
and
your cousin tommy
out to the fields
to pick
dandelion greens
for
dinner
it was never one
of
your favorite chores
but
you two found
some reprieve
in the task
since there were
wild strawberries
growing in the field
and
for some reason
you were never
too hungry
after returning home
seems
like doing
an unpleasant task
can have some
hidden rewards
now
if only
the congress
could figure that out

 

best to see the gestalt …

i was reading
to
aunt bea
some of the tweets
concerning
the sinkhole
in front of
the president’s
southern plantation
after
hearing a few
aunt bea
said
everyone
seems to suggest
that
the sinkhole
was a message
from god
to
the new president
but
personally
i think
it was to
the
entire
republican party