the road
I have a friend who got
to walk the trail
across northern Spain
the Camino
that
takes one to Compostela
I can imagine only
though
she affirms
the discoveries
and changes
it is a dark day here
the streets
are
dull
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A Last Couple of Things
We went
To the church
Flea market
Taking things
And returning with more in
Number
Than we brought
We went to see Penzance
At the movies
The film
With Kevin Kline
And Linda Ronstadt
Rex Smith
And George someone
(if I say
I’m going to say it
wrong)
And the characters of cops
Who moved so fluidly
In dancing
As if the vertebrae
Could be so
Flexible
So sinuous
And that is what
I can recall
Though maybe there was more
But this is difficult
You understand
One
Two
Of the harder
Pleasant
Things
There are to recall
Then she relapsed
And finally was
Still
Fit for heaven
Finally
Though she had proved
Potential
Aptitude
And skill
Long before
Faith
Long ago
While in our mortal days
C L Couch
Photo by Ricky Turner on Unsplash
A Tired God
There are days when I think
God must be tired
They’re days when I’m tired,
Naturally enough
But I get to wonder
If a God is allowed exhaustion, too
I guess not
God must be always ready
Always perfectly to take
Though we act as if we’re bored
Though we want God out of the picture
Or the action for a while
When we decide
There isn’t anything
We thought so, must have been
Peripheral shadow
When we’d rather curse
Then speak in love
Cheat our neighbor
Rather than uphold
Destroy parts of the planet
Because we’re not certain yet
How to destroy another
Though we’re practicing
And launching
I think with all this going on
God may be tired,
If she wants to be
Surely, he’s ready to give up
It might be time for another conversation
With a mortal
About how many might be righteous
C L Couch
Photo by Antônia Felipe on Unsplash
Mischief Intercession
(not my place)
I hope she is okay
I pray she is okay
Like victims from a fire
That was our time together
I bear what I should bear
And should know more
I should not take the lead
Unless it’s time
That is the bearing of our time
Now fluid and porous
Like a dam built by fish
Whose instinct is to do another
I suppose out of desperate
Ignorance, they could simply
Swim into the opening
Thus making something,
Knowing from a spirit
(even zeitgeist)
That something has to change
I should have given more over to
Sacrifice
We both could have followed service
Better than the pronouns
We kept separate
As in a box that will not open
Forget the need for opening to pleasure
And pleasure’s change,
Inspiration
Well, this was a prayer
Still is
I hope she’s okay
I pray she is
C L Couch
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Hello, Kitty
(an image of a tiger)
Isn’t he amazing?
I say he because the caption says so
I have no trouble believing that
The female is amazing
He sits among the roots and shadow
Of the tree
Resting or waiting? Is he
Hungry or in love or meditative?
Is he tired?
What will happen next?
What happened?
I think he lay there for a long while,
A study in stillness
He stayed until he decided
What he wanted next
C L Couch
A young male tiger rests in the roots of a banyan tree, in Ranthambhore national park, India. Photograph: Chris Brunskill/Save Wild Tigers/Eye On Tiger
appearing in The Guardian Green Light
Lysistrata Vote
(USA, elsewhere)
A comedy by Aristophanes
And a Spanish film
From 2002
(Thanks, Wiki-P)
The Lysistrata woman
Wages sex against men who
Rather
Want to go to war
She wins, averting
Armageddon
Between Sparta and Athens
And, as in all good comedies
(Classic, say),
The community is better,
Stronger for it
For her
Now
For all shes who must be obeyed,
Time for another laugh like this?
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