Sunday, January 31, 2016

Poetry Sunday


Today being Sunday, January 31st, it seems appropriate that I take the last chance this year to offer up this timely poem from Baron Wormser ...

January 
by Baron Wormser 

“Cold as the moon,” he’d mutter
In the January of 5 A.M. and 15 below
As he tried to tease the old Chev into greeting
One more misanthropic morning.
It was an art (though he never
Used that curious word) as he thumped
The gas pedal and turned the key
So carefully while he held his breath
And waited for the sharp jounce
And roar of an engaged engine.
“Shoulda brought in the battery last night.”
“Shoulda got up around midnight
And turned it over once.”
It was always early rising as he’d worked
A lifetime “in every damn sort
Of damn factory.” Machines were
As natural to him as dogs and flowers.
A machine, as he put it, "was sensible.”
I was so stupid about valves and intakes
He thought I was some religious type.
How had I lived as long as I had
And remained so out of it?
And why had I moved of my own free will
To a place that prided itself
On the blunt misery of January?
“No way to live,” he’d say as he poked
A finger into the frozen throat
Of an unwilling carburetor.
His breath hung in the air
Like a white balloon.
Later on the way to the town where
We worked while the heater
Wheezed fitfully and the windshield
Showed indifference to the defroster
He’d turn to me and say that
The two best things in this world
Were hot coffee and winter sunrises.
The icy road beckoned to no one,
Snow began to drift down sleepily,
The peace of servitude sighed and dreamed.

I'm not sure that the two best things in the world are hot coffee and winter sunrises, but certainly beautiful sunrises and sunsets are high on the list, after the love of children and grandchildren.

Have a good day. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo

4 comments:

Duckbutt said...

The poem captures the bleakness of a cold wintry morning. It is so appropriate for late January.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

A sunrise of any type, and hot coffee ranks high on my list.

Mike said...

It's been a long time since I rebuilt a carburetor. Or even worked on a car in 10 degree weather.

Brandi said...

An appropriate poem for this season. Getting my McDonald's coffee is the only saving grace.