I miss the days that I remember.
I’ve missed the days when I forget.
Seems the only days I haven’t missed
are the days that haven’t happened yet.
Surprised
You fall, and you’re surprised.
And we’re surprised that you don’t cry.
And I guess that you are wise
to choose not to cry without a why.
How do You Imagine Heaven?
How do you imagine heaven?
A desert nomad imagines green
and water flowing all around.
A relocated businessman imagines
a family reunion in a small town.
And I imagine something like
the big kitchen in the hostel in Lisboa,
where we’re all laughing and talking and cooking together.
Get to Work
Let’s get to work,
remembering
we get to work.
Attention Anthropologists
Immediate Availability
Attention anthropologists:
Great case-study material.
Will consider any offer.
Poster included.
Ode to Kitchens
A place to heat, a place to cool,
a place for goose or greens or gruel,
a place for kindness and for kin,
a place to start each day again
with coffee from the coffeepot.
A kitchen is a lovely spot.
Complicated
Life is complicated, eh?
There’s not much else that I can say.