the day
wow what a weird day wow
it was seven then eleven
it was breakfast cheering for cheerios I was a child and
everything was sun and shimmer
I had tanned legs, scared of bees
watching it ALL, my omnicient gaze boring into the
poor defenseless scene around me
oh to be a beach, simple as expanse of sand and
infinite glasswater soulquench
then I met some boys
oh god, the desire for desired the
desire to be desired
the tight bellbottoms
the black eyeliner
hoping my sweetness was sexy or hard love could
be the ultimate depth of time spent
and way to own time
oh god, if we could have gotten A’s for the best cause-and-effect
in makeout, I learned so well and I remember
each pair of lips, the welcoming/welcome tongues
I remember agile young bods, soft skin, soft hair brushing my face
bright eyes flicking with appetite
tight black levis bulging with SOMETHING that school could mean
(I could go on but)
ridiculously in there I wrote a poem
it said who I was and why and it became a world
which I carried off to college and the countercultural education my parents
did not intend to pay for
there I found my man, and after drugs failed to save us
we found the Amazing Breakthrough and broke the wicked bubble
so there was finally hope
and I kept my poem in my back pocket
as I fought the greatest enemy of the ages
and I found me more and more
as I found old friends/old mates/soulmates
as I tried to wife and mother and citizen and good neighbor
through the struggle with artist/teacher/worldly lover/should I get a job/
what’s wrong with me/we’re so different/I’m good/I’m fucked/
I’m loved/I’m lost/I’m a fairygoddess/I’m not worthy but I’m
magic
I found I had abilities beyond but they didn’t pay the mortgage
or clean the house or mean shit to my relatives
so I covertly enhanced lives for a couple decades
and when asked what I did in life I self-consciously reached for my
back pocket as they changed the subject
it’s been a fucking weird day sitting on a stool
of all-consuming loves/fascinations/fantasies/contentments
lunching on sprouts and almond butter garnished with too heaping
failures to get to England or LA/finish anything/give fame to my name/conquer the
delight that distracts/get good at life or just be the good wife
but not long ago I spread my poem out, a picnic blanket,
a recreational blueprint to recreate my day
for fun, for a romp, an escape from the nonsensical sensible and for once
I decided to stay there, I decided it would be OK and that
set it all
right
so I find myself this afternoon somehow
apart somehow above and it’s quiet suddenly
and my poem is BIG and I feel and breathe and have dignity
but more important is the promise of the GRAND DINNER
I’m excitedly preparing, it’s serene/it’s green/
it’s truth and it’s alive and
what’s below (that I was wrestling with all day)
is fading little ash-insects scurrying away
what a day what a day as the shadows lengthen
the viewpoint elongates
my conductor arms tingle
I can have the world for dinner tonight
Copyright © 2003, 2009 by Carole Eddington. All rights reserved.
I love this! It is AWESOME and hits so many realities for me. Thanks, Carole!
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Thank YOU, Jack! Sorry I didn’t see your comment till now!
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Carole, weird it is that is appears you replied to a “Jack”, when it was me that posted your poem as a reblog.
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I was replying to Jack’s comment.
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Ok, it didn’t show up here, Carole.
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That’s funny. It shows up for me, both on my phone app and on my computer. I don’t know why you can’t see it.
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s’okay. Love your poem! s’ all that matters.
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Thanks so much, Ron, and for the great promotion! Apparently Jack providentially loves it, too. LOL
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I replied right under Jack Providenti’s comment. Scroll up! Did I not thank you for posting this? Oh, it’s a reblog? THANK YOU! sorry, this WordPress phone app I’m doing this from leaves a lot to be desired.
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Reblogged this on ronaldjosephkule and commented:
one amazing poem!
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Thanks, Ron! And thanks again for posting this!
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DUH on me! I did not think to scroll down on my own blog page…!!! And there you all were/are! LMAO.
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