You know what I was thinking I asked my younger this morning. He grinned at me and one arm with hand out flat swooped over his head and then bent to the floor palm out. It meant to me that my explanations are hard to understand. I laughed.
I was only going to say that we have found the right foods for our bear Newfoundland because he is smooth and silky and shiny and his eyes clear and bright. Leroy is one beautiful dog who loves his buddy and is fond of his food lady too.
I am ponderous at times it seems but my humor follows the pattern of my explanations. It takes work I guess to appreciate my puns. But I try, really do.
I came across this poem this morning as a change of pace. I laugh when I read it and hope you do too. It was after I read a journal entry noting that one of my readers said she doesn’t even know the language I use nor the words and thoughts.
She reads and rereads until she feels the weight. I am grateful. She is close to the kingdom because she learns and therefore teaches. I am the perennial student and worship learning. Truly grateful I am for my readers.
Physically Unfit or a Divine Surprise. . .
I muse that a derrick would be useful
for lifting an aging body from a chair
to legs that buckle.
My heart catapults out of its
protective cavity and I observe it
resting carefully in my hand.
Only to feel it pound against the ribs
Adam had broken.
I remember answering a phone with a voice
breathless and sexy as the once famous
Jean Arthur of my youth whom I imitated
by sleeping in front of an open window
in weather forty below.
On flat surfaces which children vacated
I play musical beds to silence
bones that creak.
Darwin is puzzled.
I should not be alive this day complaining
but rather quite dead.
I too, have questioned when entire species
have disappeared and I remain to complain.
But I have learned while he did not,
that the unfit do survive
while heaven still holds the sparklers.