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

life lines…

before
the taste
of the first kiss
has faded
once strong legs
struggle
to move
from
room
to
room
hours
spent
in the waiting room
for
adulthood
result
in a brief affair
with
life
and
all too quickly
the departure schedule
is posted

nugatory ​slumber…

in the night
when you reach
and
the warmth
is gone
the day’s words
of
sincere sympathy
seem
as empty
as
the pillow
besides
your head
and
when sleep
finally comes
night’s
cold arms
all too soon
embrace
each dream
and
memory
of
another’s soul
curled
next
to yours