Sunday, July 21, 2013

The Purpose


















All of evolution, all of history
all of life, all the life forms
all the gills, the feathers, the hair, leaves
all the fins, flippers, hooves, hands
all of the spectrum, all colors
lead to this

To sing, to dance, to shout sweet words
to the Sun, the Moon, the Earth

Jehanah

The Wake

   She showed up at the wake
    right at the last, my schizzy friend
   after the ceremony and remembrances
   much as if she were slumming
   the art gallery shows and openings
   dressed to the chic nines

   Writing three pages in the guestlist book
   sampling the food
   drinking some wine or beer
   gabbing with friends
   rearranging the flowers on the altar
   around the humble urn of ashes
   and the small cross placed there
   by the grandson of the deceased
   as a special favor to the family

   Did she know the deceased?
   Oh yeah!  For years.  No question.
   lots of love between them.
   Even then, all that time,
   she was always a lush and a moocher.
   That's why I liked her.

   Jehanah