
I have been battling a sinus infection for some days… wrapped up in my room, like a tomb just trying to get back to myself. Sinus infections are like migraines inside your face, you can literally touch the pain and push it around inside the spaces behind and around the eyes. Not complaining, just explaining. Just something I deal with… people have it much worse than me… although I must admit I am waiting for the day when lack of breath will kill me.. it almost did a few times when I was a teen, asthma attacks where they had to jack me full of adrenaline…. where I was pacing about for 2 days unable to sleep. I have nightmares of drowning and it is odd always knowing what most likely will be my ultimate end… lack of breath.
I wrote these today out on the porch, in conjunction. In fact I wrote the second poem in the middle of the first and then finished the first. The older couple interrupted my mojo but then inspired it… life is indeed strange these days, I hope it remains that way.
“coming of the rain” 7.4.2018
among all this bounty
how can I feel such sorrow
so hollow;
the coming of the rain
far off rumbling
tremors in the air
the birds feel cautious
quiet, huddling
not the usual songs of summer
perhaps it is the fireworks
non rhythmic throngs
of bursts of bombs
leaves, here and there, begin to twitch
singular drops
seem to have met their marks
as my country celebrates
I sit here
waiting
for the coming of the rain
7.4.18
an older couple walking down the street
speaking in a foreign language
(russian I think)
they seem content
as much as body language presents
their forms
reflections on the side of my car
as they pass
in conversation
might I know their story
and be distracted from my own
DMK Note… I used the term “older couple” on purpose… I had to help my father do something the other day and he remarked that the client we were meeting is a strange young guy. That guy had to be at least 20 years my elder… so I wanted to have the reader of this poem use their own idea of “older”… it is so relative, I will not reveal how old the couple walking actually was, it does not matter.
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