poems about life together


regardless

sad programs
about
the dying animals
with sad
commercials about
giving money
to save
the dying animals

and if we’re good
there will be t-shirts in
the package
with
some photographs
and some rhetoric
please
to send some more

sigh
and this is
Saturday
and sometimes throughout
the day
or at night
when I am done
with the workday
or week

and it seems
I’ve nothing left
to give
for service
or for play
and shall I find it in myself
to give some
more
and then some
more

well
why not
it’s only interactions
with a service
and the donations go
automatic
in the timeframe
I approve

and maybe
we could
do this together
as
you know
a project
or something passing by
over time
to be reminded of
and how
small
even accumulated
was this kind
of giving

then there’s an hour
two hours
a few hours
to go into town
to serve somewhere
because
what is required
is what we know already
how to do
and also
how to smile
how to say
hello
and then
here you go
please enjoy


a gambol

a gambol
is a walk
that is playful
sometimes what
a mountain goat
or sheep
might do
upon the mountain

and shall I
gambol
somewhere
on this weekend
day
or take a drive to nowhere
letting the playfulness
be mental
and emotional
(while
driving carefully)

playfully
in my head
or chest
might count for a gambol
too
for someone keeping score
or for
without a record
simply to have
the play
beside the work

don’t worry
deserving
simply go

and shall we
collaborate
into companionship
to go
out there
in here


companionable

and when we return
we could enjoy
some silent company
with small words
in between
the kind the authors call
companionable

I shall enjoy
companionable silence
if you are of a mind
and will
to join me
in the same

I don’t there are cues
but time will tell
(and now we know
what that means)
let’s sit
or do small chores
with a glass of wine
nearby
or tea
poured into
carryable cups

and let the hour
be an hour
without counting
or whatever time it
takes
to rest inside the mind
and in the seat
where classics say
we build up
and make sense of
our emotions

time passes
easy love
the kind that lasts
through jumpy times
or even
catastrophic
should the phone ring
or something on the news
require our rising
on the inside and outside
to take on
together

built on the companionship
built in the quiet
times
and everything unworldly
together


maybe not the end of day

and then we rest
maybe tired
maybe worried
maybe
we need
to talk some
more about
what’s going on
inside our lives
even the world
at large

to parse the day
and yet not
box
anything
but leave the thoughts
and our emotions
even will
to go organically
to set priorities
through the life-sense
and what’s important
that we built
and yes
together


epilogue

straightforward?
saccharine?
more metaphors?
some
jaundice
for what we consider
the infection
of reality?
I don’t know

what’s real?
what is truth
to modern
governors
and Pilates?

well
give it a go
or not
I think we’ll only find
a truth that lasts
and a reality to bear
when somehow
we work it out
as we

(and yes
too easy the
transition)
whee
don’t forget
to play

without humor
and joy
it’s hard to work out
life’s
priorities
even its reasons
without
some
together


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