Sunday, August 13, 2017

Poetry Sunday


It's all in how you look at things ...

Candlelight 
by Tony Hoagland 

Crossing the porch in the hazy dusk
to worship the moon rising
like a yellow filling-station sign
on the black horizon,
you feel the faint grit
of ants beneath your shoes,
but keep on walking
because in this world
you have to decide what
you’re willing to kill.
Saving your marriage might mean
dinner for two
by candlelight on steak
raised on pasture
chopped out of rain forest
whose absence might mean
an atmospheric thinness
fifty years from now
above the vulnerable head
of your bald grandson on vacation
as the cells of his scalp
sautéed by solar radiation
break down like suspects
under questioning.
Still you slice
the sirloin into pieces
and feed each other
on silver forks
under the approving gaze
of a waiter
whose purchased attention
and French name
are a kind of candlelight themselves,
while in the background
the fingertips of the pianist
float over the tusks
of the slaughtered elephant
without a care,
as if the elephant
had granted its permission.

Don't overthink things ... enjoy the candlelight. And don't replace soft candlelight with the ugly glow of misused tiki torches.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo

4 comments:

John Hill said...

Depressing thoughts

Grand Crapaud said...

Sometimes the occasion should simply be savored, not overthought.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

Wow! That milks the romantic out of that possible situation!

Mike said...

If you drill down to every minute detail you'll never get anything done. I solve that problem by.... TAKING A NAP! My new life's theme.