LATE NOVEMBER

 

A late November early morning

11-degrees

With a red sun rising

Rising steam

Into the blue black air

From the dark blue

Dead calm

Salt water

Thinking of you

Thinking a lot

My mind

Rolling to its feet

Then setting off through the woods

Late November

Always has been

A heavily reflective time

Cold, cold air

Warm flesh

Safely tucked beneath brushed flannel

I have always loved that quiet

Sensory

Sensual

Intimate

Explosion

Animal flesh

Plant flesh

Torn

Crushed

And swallowed

At the dinner table

Giving thanks

Reflecting

On the age old question

What is important?

Gawd… what a question

God…

I thank you for these two delightful boys

I thank you for all the others

As they read these words they hear their name

I thank you for the sea

My mind surely would have blown

Into millions of pieces

Long ago

Without this huge living organism

Now, I will be the first to admit

This may be shallow and selfish

But, I thank you for beautiful women

Somehow they make it all worthwhile

I thank you for peace

I wish there could be more

But most of all

I thank you for love

For this…unexplainable

Indefinable

Living thing

Is what it is all about

Finally…

About this big dead bird…

In the middle of the table

 

Thank you ~