To Poem


This summer I've hosted in my Cape Cod bed-and-breakfast numerous couples and solo travelers of all ages and from all walks of life. As the tourist season ends, I consider these people who have enriched me, and I contemplate my role as a widower of a fifty-year marriage and as an aging man. 


I need to poem right now.

But what to poem when day is darkening

and simplest breathing comes heaving

and moving me is moving weight

and seventy is for the sleek and strong?


What to poem?

Rhyming lines of loves recalled?

Illicit scents rising from unfamiliar sheets?

Tongues and tastes and lidded eyes and

salty, scalding skin as hungry as mine?


But wait. Wait. Life’s still mine to make,

not just to commemorate.

I have yet within me to choose before I pass

another path to break, to take and, before I die,

to celebrate. 


(Image: My photo of Head of the Meadow, Cape Cod)

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  • Tony Sicoli
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  • William J McKay
    commented 2017-08-26 07:36:28 -0400
    Thank you for today’s blog!!!!

    The Pome has a hint of Fall in there; not the typical “Fall from Grace” – rather that Fall into Grace (which I guess I just made up)? Anyway Sept. is right there in front of us, and you suggest celebrating, which I am happy to read. The NonnieBoat made it to Nantucket for a week of loafing; her engine hasn’t even missed one beat; her mast-less silhouette is getting tolerable; the three of us need to head out for a half day of snacking and reading in the Sept. sun. Have a great weekend. Love, Bill and Moe
  • William J McKay
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  • Kaye Mayr
    commented 2017-08-26 07:17:32 -0400
    wise and encouraging lines for not just one