My yoga mentor’s dealing with a five
year old right now, and for today she said
that Going on a Bear Hunt will revive
me some, and so I started it instead
of videos for older folk. Now I’ve
a favorite book replaying in my head,
and upping-downing made me feel as young
as lilting language rolling ‘round my tongue.
Determined to objectively describe
a union that engendered both of you,
I won’t exaggerate. A diatribe
is furthest from intent to tell it true.
Attempts to justify each act, imbue
the character with motive, justify
our ways and represent each point of view
results in complicating both. Oh my.
I guess I don’t use internet as much
as many others do. The Wifi ceased
last night – the TV stuttered out of touch,
and when I called, I learned my link decreased
two days ago – 500 drops were such
a deal they’ll come to check the line I leased
tomorrow. But an hour thereupon,
my router worked again. For now it’s on.
To all who said they’d never change, I write
announcing that the bins were handled well,
and costs that I reported just last night
have been repaid already, truth to tell.
To my own mind so apt so long to swell
with pique and scorn for every condo mate,
I pen these forty iambs to compel
myself to mark that I appreciate.
Six days a week I set the pot to brew
three giant mugs of coffee, which I drink
while doing morning puzzles and a few
poetic exercises. Now and then
I’ll wipe the coffee maker down, and view
surprising stains emerging on the sponge.
Likewise, the list of luxuries that you
indulge in total more than what you think.
Accumulation’s subtle but it’s true.
Eight years ago their future flipped to grim,
and indications swerved from cheer to drear.
Survival was a staggered path for him,
and her defense was blocking thoughts that veer
to future – thorny, edged with fall and fear.
The road ahead was grievous, and the way
too steep (for that’s how distant hills appear).
The tactic served for then, but not today.
He tests as neurotypical, and hates
the last three syllables. The fellow claims
extraordinary status, calibrates
responses and collects eccentric names.
He says he always tried to fan the flames
rebellion sparks, to spike how he appeared.
Affecting roles, attempting shock – all games
unwarranted if he were truly weird.
Demolishing at least a hill of debt
produces unignorable debris.
I hope the observation won’t upset
you, but it spurs accountability.
You’re excellent with spreadsheets – don’t forget
one hundred cents amounts to currency.
I say begin a budget. It will yield
the questions you must answer to be healed.
How could you know the me of 23
to 33? I felt those seasons flow,
but if I spoke you weren’t heeding me.
How could you know?
We seldom argue, but I felt the blow
I heard you blurt with anger recently.
My ears and eyes advised me to bestow
(at least attempt) an earnest summary.
I hope benign intentions overthrow
impressions held a quarter century.
How could you know?
I used to frolic, 60 years ago,
on territory rising by the sea.
My peers and I meandered high and low
among old bunkers, scrambling down the scree
to wave at waves and harmonize with blow
of surf besieging pebbles and debris.
I snapped this shot with wind upon my face,
amid glad memories about this place.
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