Friday, January 31, 2014
Mister Rogers
| 1977 Premium from PBS |
| 1977 Premium from PBS |
My poetry, his chords
healing us—
15 years are a long time to wait
for intimate conversation
about our feelings, our losses, our lives
Sharing our needs
with each other
after so many years of hiding them
to attend to spouses’ needs.
Now, with support
I feel alive again---
Ready to see the world
through someone else’s lens.
Ready to laugh with someone
about life’s ironies.
Ready to face aging
holding hands:
Vines intertwined for strength.
What seemed impossible—-
insurmountable alone,
Now is manageable together.
The sage owl, Orion, sits perched on a branch
sitting and watching and pondering
What was and what could be.
Is he wise or
is it just his quiet nature?
Alone watching the world go by.
Nighttime: his time to shine.
His eyes are sharp, intense
despite missing an eye.
At dusk his husky voice
laments the passing of another of day..
Still sitting but now on the hunt, watching.
He transforms from a quiet wise soul
to a predator:
Swooping slowly down,
he preys on the little creatures
scurrying so far beneath him.
He returns to his perch
satiated and satisfied
Surveying the underbrush again
Looking for other easy prey:
Not wise,
but, condescending and unflinching
Looking at me.
