This Week in Poetry, Math, and Remembering

World Poetry Day went by

without acknowledgement

   even to myself

but for that internal nod

           hello slacker

Instead I dreamed of budgets

       & spreadsheets

flipped through old photos

wondered what gaslighting means

             over black coffee

Mama Zen asked the Real Toads: “Think back over the past week. What have you observed that was odd, unusual, or just plain weird? Tell me about it in 60 words or less.”

Listening to Bruce Cockburn

When a song from another time

enters into consciousness

becoming painfully relevant

naming dangers for what they are

and our time spent amongst them

seeking daylight

I close my leaky eyes

give thanks for you

squeeze tightly

and pray

Sharing with the Toads on the Tuesday Platform

At the Strip Mall

There is a fireplace at Panera Bread

suggesting a ski chalet

snow whipping out picture windows

sipping whiskey-infused toddies

Maybe that’s why writers come here

with their Moleskins and laptops

parking lot out plate glass windows

sipping coffee after coffee

checking their Facebook

for photos of friends on ski vacations

Time for the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden