3 poems about things turning such as certain times of year


hurry up

hurry up

let’s get me out of here

not
to the grave
despite my age that is closing in
on the classic threescore
and ten

but more peace
as I keep asking

which means I’ll need the wherewithal
to get there

which I think means
money
and assistance

more assistance in the way
of people
who are stronger than my heart-disease-ridden
body
can manage anymore

though
I’ve always needed help to move

who doesn’t

though now the urgency
is different
I believe

one more place this time
perhaps
one last place
in which to live
and
you know
hope
to live


please

which goes for a plea
I guess

I mean beyond the wordplay
in that we plea
yet
add a couple letters for more courtesy
with which
to ask

plea
as in deal
as in crime

plea
as in asking because it’s not only desired
but also it is urgent

what we want
or need
or offer in an intercessory
way

a petition
as it were from you
through me

and not that that should make so much
a difference that it’s me
but asking
anyway
on your behalf

of God
or the spirits of the world behind
under
perhaps

even
to add in some miracle
by magic

which isn’t doctrinal
I suppose
but how close the miracle and magic
maybe in the timing
at least

as in
was the miracle the parting of the sea
since by those who
know
purportedly
not an unusual occasion
though parting in the time
to save
the Israelites

and even close upon the enemy
with hurried wheels
following
with many deadly points from spears
and arrows

and yet
whatever passed for armor could not save

but they were
saved
the refugees
those who would become the desert-dwellers
as if to earn the promise of
new land

but
to bring it forward
there are needs
there are miracles
and
(arguably)
of magic

and I wish
	not that it’s a lamp
	inside a cave

I pray
	(more earnestly)
that
what you need you have
possession
or direction
or some healing

as only the one who provides
may provide
knowing
what and how to time
miracle
magic
and everything

my friend


it’s time

another ashy day
goodness
we’ve had a few
days

right
for Lent
I guess

we can wear these days
upon our foreheads
should we wish

late is wan
but shows some color
after all

light gold
a kind of uneasy glaze upon
it all

not that the day is
bad

that’s up to us

and it isn’t hard to look at
but I think the day should have more green
and I’d think you would
too

not only for the sake of light
but the beginning of
you know
that verdant time


note

hurry up
please
it’s time
(titular frame based on a repeating part of “The Wasteland” by T. S. Eliot)

Shantih

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