Otherwise

Otherwise
opinions about life, work, and spirituality

Imagine (a work in progress)

October 31st, 2009

Imagine my face,
a funeral procession
A caterpillar of cars in slow motion
carrying the women that weep
inside
A tragic trail,
long and despairing in pallor of grey

So, Now,
Imagine my surprise
when
a surreptitious glance
in the looking glass
(as if I am Alice)
betrays
a youthful (even acned) visage!

Where is the desperation,
the damp and depressing
funereal dirge?
The flowers in their sickly wreaths
The handshakes, back pats and shaking of heads
The black and polished boots and heels
The waxed and dusted wooden floor
The
eulogy
homily
doxology?

Not a trace. Not even a
wrinkle.

The tragedy of
elastic skin.

Autumn Poem 4

October 9th, 2009

You
walked in
dust flew off
the window ledge
dreamily drifted down
on shafts of golden brandy light
following you inside like a love-sick puppy.

you
looked like
late morning sleep
rumpled bedsheets
autumn apples
clumsily (beautifully) posed
on the kitchen counter
begging to be painted
in small still life

you were always late for everything.

Autumn Poem 3

October 9th, 2009

Your hair’s
fresh maple sap
sunshine

Autumn Poem 2

October 9th, 2009

You
smell like
promise
a sweet kiss
garden of fig trees about to bloom

Autumn Poem 1: Thanksgiving

October 9th, 2009

You are
Thanksgiving
in my arms

The turkey dinner, the lit candles,
the spiced stuffing, the wine
and pumpkin pie
the laughter, the easing one’s belt out a notch
the recline on the couch
the after dinner apple brandy
the tryptophan kicking in
the slow and golden
full bellied grateful
nodding off to
sleep.