Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Complicated plots.......
the one we tended on Mother's Day,
my parents' remains housed
under a plaque reading
'Together Forever",
the love story that pain and grief
just could not sever,
my stepfather
planted alone,
farther away.

Or the plot of their lives,
even more complicated
with joy and tears,
moseying together
through all the shambling years,
("I'll Get By")
like obedient donkeys
who sometimes got
the stubborn urge
to fly.

Complicated plots.....
me and my children
playing out
generations of dysfunction
but surviving,
nay, better than that,
with grins on our faces,
midst the formidable, the difficult,
the unrecognized heroic,
with hang-in-there tenacity,
(hey, we're stoic),
much cackling, disbelieving
sudden laughter,
the legacy of humor
that lingers

Complicated plot:
lacking a compass,
I did roam
some highly peculiar
before finding the
Road Home.

If my life was fiction,
"none of this is believable!"
you would say,
but I'm not allowed a rewrite,
to live it a better way,
so I'll have to let
the whole damn story
You'll recognize
the thread running through it,
strand by strand,
the way a shadow
plays with light
upon the land.

Am I "there" yet?
A few peaceful chapters
before I go to sleep?
Or a stopping place
where I rest before
I make
one more
great leap?
Where will this earth-suit
finally come to a
full. stop.
(My spirit cries "Tofino!",
the land where I'm most free,
so I can lie forevermore
beside the pounding sea,
roaring in full fury
upon that wilder shore,
hear the winter wind howl and lash
among the trees,
an eagle circling,
dropping one lone feather
to me.)

An even more complicated plot:
who will pay the Final Bill
at my demise?
I, the master bill payer
and helper
all my life,
with money
have been generous, not wise.
Unable to accumulate
the Passage
to my final reward
up in the skies,
I have to ask
whatever listening gods and angels:
can I take the Budget Plan
to Paradise?

I will leave little
in material goods
to say that I was here.
But be of excellent
and unfailing cheer,
for in all that really matters,
I'm living rich:
a wealth of books and music,
a clean, green sweep of lawn,
the gift of Time
more precious now
the limits have been drawn,
(also, the past,
all the more dear
for being

When you miss me,
come and find me.
I'll wrap the clues
in all my stories,
all my poems,
all the happiness
I had
that I can never
in a million photos
of my one great love,
the sea.
In all these things,
you can remember


  1. lovely style,
    Glad to see you so productive!


    visit three friends,
    get three awards...
    Would you help please?


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