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June 2020

Episodic

 

A Christmas show

Is on TV

I’m not sure how I found it

Usually, TV is background noise

For my tinnitus

So I may concentrate

On something else

Christmas at the start of June

Well, why not

There is no pressure,

Certainly

No shopping list or

Finding ways to keep up decorations

Six more months

Plenty of time

To forget there is a list

Or lights or fasteners

Once, I heard advice

From a priest

Who in his preaching said

Leave something up from Christmas

One thing

It will drive your neighbors crazy

Well, it’s not Christmas

I have nothing up or under

This is this accident of broadcasting

For an hour,

Then everything resumes

Sixty minutes, red and green

In my culture

You might have Père Noël

Or Father C

Or Sinterklaas

Or a name with a persona

I have yet to learn

I’d better say Merry Christmas now

The episode is ending

I said it

I hope you heard

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Andy Holmes on Unsplash

Chatham, Kent, United Kingdom

 

Check, Please

Check, Please

 

It’s a lovely day outside

The sky could be a little bluer

I’ll have to ask when

Ordering tomorrow

And you, what would you like?

Maybe some rain

For thirsty fauna

Or something zephyrous,

A blessing in a breeze

And since it’s you, I’m happy

To be countermanded

Order what you

Think is best

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Fenton, Michigan, United States

 

Earthwise

Earthwise

 

God, it seems

You’re quiet

While outside there’s noise

The promise of a storm

 

You could be speaking through

The storm, I guess

I’ve never known you that way

Though there are limits

On my listening

 

Maybe if I were shaman-wise

I’d understand your language

In the trees

And through the rain

And if the thunder means

You’re angry or

You’re sad or making declarations

Or nothing of the sort

Since I’m sure

The flowers speak as well

As all things

On their own

 

You split the sky

The earth rises

Smaller creatures scurry

They know where

 

We’re here, and

We don’t understand

All that would be given

If we didn’t try

To take it first

 

God, this is

A prayer

For peace among ourselves

So we might get

The message sent

That everything and

Everyone has voice

Especially the quiet

 

And with our senses

And with more

We might receive the word

That starts

The universe

And also

Brings us home together

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Glenna Hopper on Unsplash

Isle of Sky

 

We’re Having a Day

We’re Having a Day

(as they say in midwestern parts of the USA)

 

I’m having a good moment

Because exhaustion has caught up

With me,

And I slept through the dewy

Then the sunlit parts of morning

 

It’s hazy outside

Later on, there might be rain

I washed some dishes, dried a few,

Left the rest in the rack

(to dry, not to be tortured)

Made some tea, warmed up

A couple rolls,

Broke free a banana

Now I’m here

Breakfast and writing, though it’s

Shortly after one o’clock

I’m here

Where are you?

How has your day been so far?

Good day, I hope

We each need one

 

I think of all the spots on fire

Burning into hatred

And simple, dangerous

Needless larceny

(but for those who lose

and shouldn’t have to)

There are the other fires, woodland

And volcanoes

 

There are small hatreds, too

No one in my building

Likes each other,

And I don’t know how

To reconcile the importance of

My problems

Against those in bigger cities,

Wilder places

 

But we’re all here

I think there must be a reason

It used to be that people

Would drop by

In southern places

I don’t know if that still

Goes on,

Though there can be charm

And even balm

In this

 

All the hatred that’s incited—in

Part, I blame the leadership

Large part

Yes, the thing that’s in the

White House

And its cronies

Another league of hatred turned to

Disgust for power, inhabiting

The Congress

You know, a vampire smile

Doesn’t hide the fact

That you’re a vampire

 

And those lurking behind,

Around

Who rake in ever-sordid

Kinds of profit

You know who you are

Though the last thing you desire

Is the light of day as well

 

What do my small problems

Have to do with these?

I think it’s that

Most of us simply want to live

Have our babies

Keep a home

Go to church or

Temple when we should

Look at those we do not know

And wonder who they are

Only in idle ways

Until by surprise or small design

We meet them

Not so bad, we’ll baldly say

To ourselves and our companions,

While the neighborhood grows

In kinship

A little, as is said, at a time

 

It’s what we want

A life

We’ll work for it

But all the subterfuge from

All the kinds of hell

We can do without

Take it from us, please

Maybe we can vote it

Out of office

Though I think something more

Is called for

To quiet my third-floor neighbor

To extinguish flames of anarchy

(ridiculous, they say, and sublime)

To find another way than

By looking at and by praising anger as

A tone and an intent

For the nation

 

We need the superheroes

Justice League

Justice Society

Avengers, reassemble

But then we can’t have these

Though we can have the comics

And the movies

And the CW

We can have heroics on the upside

And the inside

But I’m afraid we’ll have to be

Our Thors

Our Wonder Women

Even the Watchmen (Watch People)

On the outside

A new assembly

Maybe based on old heroics

With some rules, some standards

That we find in ancient literature,

Stories retold

Many of us hear them once a week

(though if your leaders are yelling

there, go somewhere else)

 

I’m done for now

While some of you

Dear ones

Saving ones

Are only starting

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Donovan Valdivia on Unsplash

 

Love Notes

Love Notes

(subjects and verbs)

 

What does love say?

It speaks

(not like our first voice in the morning,

though it can be funny)

Sometimes I can’t hear it

Sometimes I don’t want to

 

It speaks through rain,

When there’s sun

It speaks through weather’s extremes

If only to say,

What have you done to me?

 

We’re not stupid

We could hear love, if we wanted to

I could hear love

 

And on a day when it’s convenient,

I guess I do

Though sometimes love has

To hit me on my abstract head,

I am so slow about it

 

I speak, and does it hear?

It speaks, and do I listen?

The world isn’t helping

 

The world is a hateful place just now

Some people try to make it so,

Thinking profit and elections come from this

These are frightened people

One word from you,

And they’d feel better

 

But then there’s listening

Not to mention will

Things that are required of us

The fences we take down

The walls that aren’t protecting anything

 

But I can answer for myself

And hope the best

I’ll try to get it right

Finding what has feathers

In the world

Calming down my own noise

So your astounding silence

When it’s silent

Might speak a library of wisdom

And I might hear the words

Of those who know them for the living

 

And in a hateful world,

You are always something more

You were not invented yesterday

I think I might have heard you in creation

Not to mention procreation

When you’re there, too

 

And your siblings,

Action and accountability,

They often have their say as well

Outshouting our own Herods

In the last

 

Yes, there is hate

I’m already tired of it

You are better

There is anger

You are clearer

There is scorn

You are stronger

There is violence

You are the answer

There is fear

You quiet needless (or the needful) storms

Nothing is stronger on this world or any other

(nothing we’ll take to space is better)

Though many try perversion,

You are a proper peace that will not break

 

Give me something, please

When I ask it

I’ve always been too slow in hearing you

So much for me to understand

 

You’re pervasive

Sometimes we’re tricky

But there is authentication—

When it’s good and true, it’s you

That should be enough

 

There can be contraindications,

Yet we can be smart

Serpents and doves

They say God is you,

But you are not God

A problem with a linking verb

Love can be turned

We could say, then it’s not love

Though cleverness unsuits you

 

It’s simply this

There’s love

And we can have it

Setting down a certain, sadder source of fire

Stepping away from broken glass

Turning down the volume

So there’s more than our voice, declaiming

 

Listen

Pay attention

This is not school, and there won’t be a grade

But only life

Life better off when we invite you

You may settle in

 

(Love hears scoffing)

You think this is dull?

You think love doesn’t excite you?

Then you’ve been getting sex all wrong

And jogging

Working

Cleaning up

Pretty much anything worth doing

You do this life without me

Well, I guess you already know

 

Try something that’s a real challenge

Deceit is too easy

The most difficult is love,

Then it’s easy

(there is a book about it, more than one

good examples there and outside, too

you might know them by name)

You want to use all of you,

You want reward?

I’ll take you on

Yes, you

You’ll find no greater challenge

Or, frankly,

A sweeter and more thorough ever after

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Setyaki Irham on Unsplash

Bandar Lampung, Kota Bandar Lampung, Lampung, Indonesia

 

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