Willie May's "The Catch"

Birds Today

A fat, orange-bellied robin,

connoisseur of worms, sat

on an old phone line, trilling.

A gray heron, just off a rocky

beach in shallows, staring

down like a chess player

at minnows. Crow, political

birds, gathered and quarreled

like union organizers.

A black-hooded junco

sat on a roof and sternly

clicked at me. And a brown

hedge sparrow ran beside

boxwood, saw me, dove

into the brush. Birds

surveil us, live with us.

They're guardians of a kind.

They have their reasons.

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Killjoy

 (or, negative thinking in iambic tetrameter)

Sometimes I am afraid of joy,
As if it is too much--a trap--
Enticement to a leap iinto
Seductive light and perfumed air
That must end in a tumble down
A lethal twisting iron stair.

I guess the sour trickery
Of life has halved my optimism,
And turned me puritanical,
Worst-case scenarios deep-scripted &
Embedded in my skittish mind.
Yes, hard to trust in joy, I find.

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In the Beginning

 In the beginning was,

Well, the start. In the start

Was the word. Or the light,

Lux, fiated. Fated? Was

The universe fated to be

And/or not to be? In the 

First place was no place,

Less than a speck, a tiny

Spec-piece of  this period. No,

Really. Out of that

Micro-dot came All.

In that beginning was a Boom-

Bang-Big-Thang. In

The beginning was the end,

A reeling in, an eternal return,

An 8 lying on its side. 

In a human baby’s beginning

Is a grammar, a formal loam

Already ready for sounds,

Signs, words, phrases, phases

Of versation. Hear the toddler

Form past present future,

Possess the prepositions,

Put syntax in the right position. 

All right, light, let it be, let it

Go on, shine forth. In the Begin,

Let's lean in, watch our words,

Listen here, hear, listen:

We're caught in brute matter

And magic, always beginning. 

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Chores

I am what I do, and I

do what I can, so I'm
what I can do,
which now is watching pale
rose light, dusk, after some
day we had. I used to be
cutting grass, mopping
floors, washing clothes. That
was a long moment ago
when things were so what then,
the grass and mops
and suds a long example.

I bow my head, evening,
acknowledge tasks, which
add up to me,
a who whose having done
is such as he's to be.

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Almost Faith

Good Lord and my word,

Existence seems absurd.

Still, if you insist
I’d guess that God exists—

But that—that’s just a guess.
And meanwhile: what a mess.

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The Kalin Twins - When (1959)

Two Astrophysicists Debate Free Will