"Beloved Men" and three additional poems
Although technically untethered, I regard, with
tangible fondness and abiding affection, the
cherished men who, through friendship, family
ties, and beyond, enhance my existence. They add,
among other things, stability, whimsicality,
and purpose. Without this steadiness, I am
easily adrift, wondering where
my surplus others-centered energy should go.
No Day But Today
If someone promises you tomorrow, they are
probably selling something. Henceforth, since
we cannot and do not know how long
our so-called "one wild and precious life" will
last, why not eat expensive chocolate and say
"I love you a ridiculous amount" to those
we consider beloved. And, if you can,
locate laughter within the
minutia and mundaneness of daily life.
How long has it been since you laughed heartily with friends?
What's In A Name?
Film aficionados may shudder at the thought of
my whimsical attempts to rename their
favorite films. After all, what's wrong with
"Golfing With Friends" instead of "Caddyshack?" Or
what about "Going Somewhere" instead of
"Planes, Trains, and Automobiles"? Finally, who
wouldn't have wanted to see "The Wannabe Pirates"
instead of "The Goonies"? Maybe, just maybe,
I'd be better off naming my own pieces instead
or reworking the presumed genius of others.
The Freedom of Solitude
It's possible--of course it is--I am most myself
when offered only my own company. In these
sacred silences I find opportunity to speak
aloud the issues which frighten or confuse or
bemuse or elate me. Even if I do not dare speak,
I can hum and sing and twirl around as if I
am not more or no less than a little girl who
has discovered, after her first ballet lesson,
the joy of spinning in endless circles until, awash
with dizziness, she is forced to stop.