The Unreason of All the Becauses
I see pear blossoms dance with wind.
I hear band tailed pigeons startle cock pheasant.
I smell applewood fires in July.
one
two
three
in the morning,
Sarah Jane
Aunt Angie
George
came to me with their stories
title -
line -
suggestion -
book -
news clipping -
a breath
and the words
tumble and pop
drop and mumble
and falter
Across the ages,
Tu Fu drank wine,
Mumon called Buddha a shit stick,
Basho saw the Isle of Pines -
I hear
the silence of their words.
In the morning, the cat brings dead birds to the back door.
In the morning, the sheets smell of sweat.
In the morning, rain falls and tulips open.
I drove along Washington State Highway 4,
from Seaside by the coast route,
five hours to Gates in the dark,
to the super market.
I walk to pick up the mail.
A fair sister suggested wordplay,
Mi-sister asked for conversation,
Ruth's sister smiled at my words.
(where is the poem to Ruth,
gleaning in the fields,
my mother,
Sharon,
especially Sharon?)
Isaiah cried in the wilderness,
Buddha saw a flower,
Paul was misquoted,
Einstein played dice with the universe,
Gandhi is still dead.
I do not want to shave,
the sink is full of dishes,
it is Friday,
I can
I must
**poem first appeared at PK Poetry List
Bio: Garth Doug Blickenstiff is a net famous poet, editor, judge, teach, essayist, critic and all around nice guy who wishes to remain under cover (he is also lazy) for reasons he has not even told himself yet. He lives in the Big Mud and writes mostly about his adventures yet to come with dead bugs. He had a third nipple, but it disappeared.
