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excited or confused
“Are you excited
about this morning’s surprise?”
from hints and slips of the tongue
over the past two weeks
i was confused more than excited
since i’d been led to believe
we were going for high tea
then out to lunch
at the spaghetti factory
but who would want lunch
after eating high tea?
my daughter laughed after parking
around the corner from the senior living center i will be joining
i walked beside her, looking toward her
to answer her questions so i did not look
through the window at my family
waiting in the library
not until we were in the lobby, still wondering what was going on,
did my son appear around the corner
he had flown in from Omaha to surprise
me and inspect the apartment i will
be moving into to complete the family
giving approval and laughter
now the apartment feels like home
delegating
a man who cannot reach competence
but has bluffed, bullied, and threatened
on his scramble-climb to power
chooses non-threatening unqualified
heads for departments beneath him
that he wishes to fail so he will have
a ready-made scapegoat
for when they do
curb
some persons feel
deep discomfort
at change
or unsettling disorientation
with lack of foundation
when confronted by
the irreconcilable
right is white, divinely given
anything else must be
wrong and therefore evil
without realizing they are
trying to restrain
vast spirit within their own
limitations
musky trial balloon
wealth does not entitle anyone
legally or morally to propose
‘punishment’
for a special counsel serving
in his appointed office
so, your suggestion of rebuke
sent out to judge popular response to
public reprimand for an individual
doing his job will expose
the offensiveness of your intentions
nor does power warrant
retribution against fellow officials
who have disagreed or opposed
such actions fragment the rule of law
which is the foundation
of our democracy depends
respect comes hard
respect comes hard
when money is valued
when those who gave time and health
to serve others are deemed ‘suckers’
respect comes hard
for those who do not honor the sacrifice
by those whose lives are then given
in love to care for the damaged
family of three
fawn nearly sure on spindly legs
gangles away from slender stag
to stand in the intersection
traffic slows, stops, drivers and passengers smile and wait
as doe peeps over the wooden
fence she has leaped to get to a garden
fawn struggles up on the lawn
stage follows, peers at doe, finds
tall grass beneath a coastal pine
until doe leaps again the fence
nuzzles her fawn, springs over
the north hedge, which the fawn
traverses between low trunks
and stag bulls through
gracious response
quietly proud
of those who can
return graciousness
for devastating lies
making dignity
great again
treasures are personal
no room in the inn
for treasures i’ve loved and lived with
i won’t give them away to family
as they have loved treasures of their own
so, a sale and lots of donations
are in the not-too-distant future
this down-sizing is almost as grueling
as getting old
trials
i disagree with the plea to
“save us from the times of trial”
because it is through trial
that we grow and earn depth
trials will happen
the sooner we accept that as a fact of life
the less we lose of time and effort
to “why me?”
i pray instead that our lord
please stay with us
to strengthen us through them
paper to recycled life
paper to recycled life
more than two decades’ worth
of saved piles, notebooks, filing cabinets
accumulations of old poems, duplicate
plays for multiple readers, sketches
of scenes, descriptions of characters
now shopping bags filled for recycling
and, oh, the surprise found:
grandchildren’s stories and poems
in fat, just-learning-to-print letters
preference
competing priorities
configuration v view
bookcases v snow-capped mountains
home-like arrangement without peaks
v panoramic beauty and trees
and open area with western foothills
only a lovely walk away
dawn sings
sunrise glows muted
through light fog
its brilliant awakening of day
hushed but still singing of the glory
of our gifted world
learning to accept
parking my car a block away
because construction equipment
takes all nearer spaces
i look at the seven-story structure
i am looking to move into
the thought comes to my mind
and lips: “I am coming here to die”
surprisingly, i find i am at peace
with the thought
it is where i am in my life
although i know i will fight
to treasure as much as i can retain
until i know the end is mine