What I learned in elementary school was
that all the famous people. successful people,
brilliant people, leaders, scientists, artists, inventors, athletes
yes, all the poets and other writers
are dead. Who keeps the world turning?
What I Learned
Tag past
Faces at the Reunion
We wear them on badges so we
can pretend to know that we know
that face after fifty years of living.
Faces blur and we’ll forget them again.
Perhaps, all memories will be gone soon.
The Past and Future
Year’s end always sends thoughts into the past.
Review and reflection. Celebrations and regrets. Conclusions.
But briefly. Then to a future near
and far but all unclear, unformed, undetermined.
Momentarily, no present. No now. No self.
Two-Hearted River
I flow today like this two-hearted river.
My energies come from two different places
in my past that should have passed,
but they have pooled around me today.
I’m trying to empty them. Dissipation. Loss.
The most famous Two Hearted River runs through Michigan and the branches drain into Lake Superior. That’s not my two-hearted river.
The World’s Fair
I no longer believe in the green
light on Daisy’s dock, or any place,
or the future moving away from me.
But I do believe we’re boats against
the current, borne back into the past.
“Gatsby” via www.flickr.com
Saturday
Worked hard outside all day, then sat
with a cup of tea that she
brought with a madeleine cookie to remember
things past and talk of this present
and watch the sunset on her hair.
Writing the Day 