Hurricanes, earthquakes, exploding stars,
the good, the bad, the ugly, lavender scent;
skunk cabbage and skunks themselves,
the tenacity of life or the inevitability
of death, freeways, mass transit, SUV’s
and sidewalk cracks, fresh paint and children's
laughter, coffee in the morning (that caffeine rush)
even bleach to whiten dirty socks; an aching
back to indicate I worked hard in the morning,
serendipity or the unexpected shock
of circumstance, Apple laptops, dental
floss stuck between my teeth, library books,
broken yolks usurping the over easy;
that four-in-the-morning irritating itch
on the bottom of my foot, haircuts
with little hairs clinging
to the inside of my cap;
the solar wind, prominences,
butterflies or the tenacity
a long road that has no turns,
hugs, bugs, tongue torches
and the myriad spider webs
appearing this time of year.
Reality, being what it is…
pain, pleasure, happy, sad,
for better, or for worse…an arbiter
who shows no bias, who rules without
emotion, whose say is absolute and final.
All the vices were loosed from Pandora’s
Box except hope; reality makes room for hope;
yet he also accommodates hopelessness, when
causes are lost, when pleas and incantations
have no effect. It’s a great life if you don’t
weaken, someone once said. Yet weakening
is part of life, and is a testament to reality.
We are part of the Cosmos, and the Cosmos
abides in us; we turn on the hinges of reality,
be it invigorating, or be it enervating.
I may be a fool, but I like it that way.
Writer’s Cramp Co-Winner