Beforenoon

 

After coffee

From a broken mug

(I broke the handle yesterday)

After texts

With my sister

(if the car is totaled, remove

the EZ Pass transponder, please)

After sleep

Broken like the mug

After anthropomorphizing

The computer

(the broken cup)

And everything

 

I have this

A modicum of time

To choose an ignorance of

A pressing world

Freedom that’s a cheat

A conceit

Is this the will that’s free?

 

I think it should be better,

More aware

Not through lidded eyes

Or lidded heart

Or half-closed anything

 

A mind in fact that tries to trap—

I can say wall—

Unpleasant things away

 

Discretion

Might be valor on an open field

Before a battle

Honor, claims Falstaff

Is a body slain

But

 

Fair fat fool

(how I can relate)

What help providence?

 

A friend in inner mischief

Pushing distractions off

The field or a working table,

Even real and less-real things

 

So that we might go through it

Later,

Say,

After polishing the lenses

Until clarity

Becomes our friend again

 

A presence

Help us look not needing eyes

For everything inside,

Once ready

 

For everything inside,

We take chances

 

C L Couch

 

 

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