state of the union…

confiding
to
aunt bea
my frustration
with
the
cartoon characterization
of
the state of the union
and
my reluctance
to
express my opinions
to
others
for fear
of
tribal retribution
she
said
i can still
recall
your
first church solo
how you
stood
as far back
as you could
from
the congregation
embedding yourself
behind
the robes
of
your
much taller cousins
serving
to conceal
the source
of that deep voice
and
tho
you were hesitant
to
sing alone
you soon found
that
others
would join in
with
your hymn
of
praise
i would think
that
any song
of
truth
will be joined
by
others
we must
just
let
our voices
be
heard

star chart…

aunt bea
said
i have
a small jar
of
gold stars
on
my office shelf
each
one
represents
someone
i’ve loved
or
grew up with
when
a friend
passes on
i
place their star
on
a picture
of
the night sky
in
my bedroom
and
though
the jar
grows
empty
and
my loneliness
grows
i see
the heavens
full
of stars
when
i rest my head
at night
and
that
gives
me
hope

emperor’s new clothes…

Public Domain Image: Eckersberg 1841

i stopped by
aunt bea’s
this afternoon
on my way home
from work
i was telling her
about
an amazon patent
on
a dressing mirror
that
provides you
with
virtual clothes
aunt bea
said
honey
there’s nothing new
in that
politicians
for years
have been providing
the public
with a variety
of
virtual wares

fire-activated…

aunt bea
was
on the phone
when
i arrived
i overheard
her say to someone
that’s so very sweet of you dear
but
my schedule is such
that
i’m
just too busy
to do that
since
aunt bea
told me
yesterday
that she had
an open schedule
i was a bit
confused
aunt bea
clarified
by saying to me
that
was a call
from a representative
of
the company
and
volunteer organization
where i used to work
they wanted to have
one of those dinners
for me
where folks talk
about
the past
and
pile on praise
for
accomplishments
but child
i ain’t dead yet
nor
am i finished
so
i don’t need
no matter how well intended
one of those
out to pasture events
what i did
i did
but
i have more to do
more dreams
to fulfill
and
more roads to travel
when you freely walk
into life’s pasture
and
assert to yourself
this is where i belong
then
life’s journey
has truly
ended

diamond head…

after picking up
a few
groceries items
for
aunt bea
i stopped
to
drop them off
when
i arrived
aunt bea
was watching
an old game show
on
her
new
smart televisions
since
after years
of
loyal service
the old one
according to her
finally
left office
and
was replaced
by
what
she said
brings to mind
the new class
of
politicians
in
washington
with
a
colorful surface
but
very shallow
since
i hadn’t seen
the game show
diamond head
before
i asked her
what was it  about
aunt bea
said
well
candidates
answer a few questions
and then
the winner
qualifies
to
enter a chamber
and
grab
as much
of
the corporate sponsor’s money
as they can
during
their stay
in
the chamber
makes one
think
of folks
in
washington
doesn’t it

last will and testament…

i told
aunt bea
that
aunt jenny’s son
came to visit her
in the hospital
but
she sent him
away
and
said
he needn’t
return
nor
show up
at her wake
i
expressed
my confusion
since
he’s all
she’s talked
about
for years
although
he’s
rarely
if
ever visited
her
aunt bea
said
it’s
always nice
to have
a travel companion
in life
but
no one
needs
a navigator
when
they’ve
arrived
at
their destination

waking up on the wrong side of heaven…

in recent months
i’ve lost a number
of friends
and
i was wondering
how someone copes
with the loss
of
a life partner
so i broached
the subject
with aunt bea
who said
there comes a day
when we all
wake up alone
familiar sounds
are replaced
by silence
morning meals
are no longer shared
and
sometimes
the meal is replaced
by
warm coffee

and
empty stares
into
moments of yesterday
i still recall
those first days
my movements
through the day
became
repetitive
almost tasteless
but
i’ve found
if one opens
their heart
the beauty that
was
begins
to remind you
of
all
of life’s beauty
and
the glow of lost love
warms each new day