Thursday, March 21, 2013

Three Poems

Equinox
The birds are singing
The snow is flying
First day of spring

What the Light Says
My advantage is
I travel fast
so you think first
of the thing being illumined
not the source that gives it light.

Closing Thoughts from the House
I don't care
what TV shows you watch
or how loud your arguments get
or the chaos your children cause
with their saxophones and erector sets,
I care how the garlic is sliced to honor its life
and how the pasta is stirred when water boils.

I don't care about your dining room furniture set
or the giant swap-meet urn with nothing inside of it,
I care about the length of children's laughter
and how often you have an orgasm.

Just give me some spackle and furnace filters
I don't ask for much, just love and respect,
shoes taken off, clothes put away,
everything up off the floor,
cleanliness not Godliness for me.

I don't mind the weather and the dust
but the bannister, oh boy, when it sways
it's like you are taking my back out.

Don't think because you take care of me that I'm yours
just because I can't react in terms you'd understand,
but then again, neither do your children
and you take care of them, sometimes think
you own them. Well here's the thing:
somedays, when the wind blows through the attic
we share secrets adults must never know.