four more-or-less October poems (three poems narrative while one verse plaintive)
who takes the autumn time
fall
and I’m not ready
too cold too
fast
so
where were the colors
coming over weeks
as hot moved to cool
then to cold only at night
for
a while
yet
look at me
hear me
complaining
while
it was in the eighties well into
October with random
reason
or Earth turning
for all the heat returning
but frankly
the trees look like veterans
of the wasted early
season
green leaves with withered edges
an attempt at red now brown
meaning
late fall by climate change
and should we peak in wizened fall
from trees worn out by
normal waiting
for
the riotous return
and
it isn’t look
of course
alone
but touch the cooler wind
to smell the gradual passing
to
think on the mortality
but now breaking cycles
of the planetary model rest
to sleep under
into blade risings
with
spring
then who took the time of fall
MidAtlantic
everywhere and that would mean
south
what should be the verdant
growing time
ambassadorial
the orange cat
who
came to say hello then
walk right
in
to look for corners good for
rubbing faces
with new levels
chair
and stool
and bed
on which to leap
as if after
to plant a catly explorer’s
flag
to chirp and then
to cry a
little
signaling the visit done
and for us to go upstairs
to find
the unlocked door through
which
this pumpkin neighbor
had escaped and has come down
to call
a sibling face behind the door
of timider variety
now
waiting for the rascal-story
men’s Bible study
thought
I’d give a try
there were three plus
the proviso that
where
two or more are gathered
one
man I knew
the other not so much
but
we went on together through
the video
and readings
with
discussions on the way
and then
requests for prayer
and I asked for
my niece
and abashedly then
for
myself
and
by the way
we had gelato at the start
while
I heard tales of Italy
from two so much more traveled
than myself
so
I could learn
because they’re nothing like
well
like being there
to insurance companies
thanks
to your insurance
I’m suffering
treatments have been identified
by experts
you won’t let me have
the help
I know I’m just one person
whose numbers move through your
machine
so easy to ignore
while you gear your promotions
through yourselves
over my health
but
goodness
I wish I could feel better
from the summer’s infections
it being fall
now
and
you know
I could feel improved
but
you won’t let me
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(x = space)
x
x
Indiana Bible Study
(a neophyte in pandemic time)
x
I was an interloper
Not really
I had been invited
But I knew no one else
x
It was a discussion
Of Saint Paul’s mission
To a group
In a letter to
Another group
See, I was late
x
This was on Zoom
And I cannot work it out
Sometimes I was
A black square
Sometimes an image
That was true
(I brushed my hair,
beforehand)
Sometimes I got to write
I was never heard,
Which probably
Was just as well
x
I was welcomed
(thank you)
And got to hear
(thank you)
The stories of others
Shared as insight
And later prayer requests
x
My friend and I
Talked afterward
(over the phone, which
I can manage)
With a promise to
Rehearse the technology
x
But here was a group
To join
That has a life beyond
This meeting
‘Til the next one
And I was invited,
Which is evangelism
In itself
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Fré Sonneveld on Unsplash
Power Line Grids
x
(x = space)
x
x
Foolish Wise
x
It’s been a while
Since a Bible study came my way
Or on occasion
When I’ve formed one
x
I miss the circle
The things we say while, frankly,
We are on our better behavior
After all, holding the book
That guides the way
x
Not that we are free from sin
Or won’t resume our earthbound
Lives when
We are done for the hour,
Sipping coffee, shaking hands
x
But for the time
We are good
The doorway to the spirit
Has been opened
And we are closer to the selves
We want to be
x
C L Couch
x
x
Photo by Alex Perez on Unsplash
Make a splash.
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