Forty-six:

46

I watch the sunny morning recede across 

the eastern ambit radius of my window.

I’m not sure what to make of him yet.

46 I mean. I mean, I can relate to him but

as good as it feels to have someone

normal again he’s still a career man.

He likely will not go far enough to 

change the change we need to change.

As the sun fades and the snow arrives

it covers the dirt and detritus 

along the roads and on the trails

making everything look and feel new.

Yet, underneath there will be

remains remain.

26January2021

Markle~

Forty-five:

45

Try not to gloat 

It wouldn't be good for your 

long term relationship. 

You knew you were right

and just because you were proven

correct there is no reason to...

Ok, go ahead gloat.

But do it in the broom closet

or out back of the barn.

Then get it out of your

system and move on.

“I’ll be right there with you.”

“I’ll be right there with you.”

Ok, go ahead, gloat. 

21January2021

Markle~

Forty-four:

44

Maybe it was just a dream.

Maybe we were all having a 

moment.

A global cultural nightmare.

Like the batteries to the remote 

failed.

Or it’s been lost in the couch 

for all this time...

Maybe some have been sleeping 

through out of preservation. 

Out of emotional necessity. 

Maybe. a dream...

Like when “JR” was in the shower...

Maybe we should shower more?

19January2021

Markle~

Forty-three:

43

“He was ordered 

to acknowledge the English king 

as head of the Church.

He declined and was martyred.”

Somehow a poem was once posted here 

twice. The question is what happened 

to the poem that was supposed to be here?

Should I assume it lost among my back

ups? Forever doomed to reside inside 

a cache within a cloud? They were posted 

and ordered as I wrote them when I wrote them. 

If I decline to sift and sort we shall have 

to assume it has given its life in defense of 

my scattered brains and was martyred.

18January2021

Markle-

Forty-two:

42

What if our

come to Jesus moment 

came and went?

What if  we continued 

to worship false gods

to our own detriment 

and of others

until it was too late

and people died

and our country wept

our grand children cried?

What if our 

come to Jesus moment 

came and went?

Markle

17January2021

Forty-one:

41

Anything not pure color 

is technically a gray. 

Off-color if you will. 

Like winter. Like old age.

As I open the curtain

new snow on the ground

makes the morning light lucent.

Visions of virtue everywhere. 

As far as the I can see.

Light fills our room and

eye blink, squint, refocus.

White, not gray is 

the presence of all color.

You glow different today.

Markle~

14January2021

Forty:

40

I have falling dreams.

Don’t we all? 

I fall from trees. 

I fall from buildings.

I fall into pits. 

I fall in the water.

I fall for it.

I’m older now and afraid of falling.

When I was younger 

I used to have flying dreams. 

Didn’t we all?

For some reason I always flew feet first. 

I can still remember the feeling.

Almost like I was falling up.

Markle-

11January2021

Thirty-nine:

39

And

Today we will dream 

that we are trapped 

on the second floor

in a building with a  

mysterious disease.

While downstairs 

the inmates have 

taken over the asylum.

Even George Washington 

is scared. So much so

that he is thinking

about changing

his name to 

Democracy Jones.

Markle~

07/Jan/2021

Thirty-eight.

38

I had that dream again.

The one where we’re children 

climbing around on girders 

up in the wide open like that old 

photograph of the Galway men.

Only we want to get down

and the building rises

faster than we can climb.

Others keep falling off:

Kevin, Jimmy, Jacquie...

Hang on. Stay where you are.

Don’t. Move. I’m coming for you!

I had that dream again.

The one about us getting old.

Markle~

06January2021