Today in the mail
Eye got a Divorce Certificate
dated July 22nd
(my lucky number)
butt now I don’t want
to go back to my house alone
and so I eek out the last of the sun
here at McDonald’s
Am Eye becoming
a fixture at McDonald’s?
I’ve consumed four large decafs
so far this morning
and now it’s lunchtime.
But the day is fine
with my back to the sun
and I am enjoying being
here amongst the vibrancy
of Barrington Bay.
Today Eye went
shopping for a church
and was told to disregard the devil
who’s work is blamed
for the “pandemic” —
Eye give no credence to the devil
anyway
when the church Eye tried let out (after letting in the sun)
Eye drove to my local hangout
deciding eye will always carry
my church within
built upon
My Shower of Silver Lights
from when my mother died
and Eye was born anew
Eye wake up alone
butt for the birds and the waves —
the cats are quiet —
and one line reverberates:
“Then she passed me that face —
and I Love It!”
Here Eye am
planted at McDonald’s —
my hub of activity
at suppertime.
Eye sit outside
at a concrete table
and watch the traffic
and the water
of Barrington Bay
at my complete leisure —
for Eye don’t have to be
anywhere.
Eye am rich with Time
Which does not exist
Eye wear two watches
On my right fist
2 prove it
What is it about
the muted proclamations of the surf *
that eye find so soothing
so fulfilling and life-giving?
They are the sound of Eternity Itself
and I bathe and bask in their heralding
* Anchorage Northeast by Howard T. Walden, page 254
For my breakfast
Eye have eaten the green grapes
meant for my X husband
and I have feasted upon
The Silver Light
playing across —
saturating the ocean
before me
Aeons ago eye read somewhere
that more stars exist than all the grains of sand
on all the beaches of this Earth
and aeons ago eye wrote somewhere
that eye did not believe this statement
I believe the stars are finite
but are forever forever changing
transforming into ourselves
