A POEM A DAY

I'm just happy to be here.

12/30: – WATCHING THE WEST WING WITH MY WIFE

For Adela, 4 months into our marriage

After a long day,
we watch reruns of The West Wing
And make up songs about each other during
the theme song. This episode, it’s your turn.
Next episode, it’s mine. We spent the day
as lawyers, and finished it as two people
in love. I smile at you in the soft light inside
our very first house together. By the time
I finish this poem, the episode is over
and the next one begins. Season 3,
Episode 6. Jed and Abby
bicker over a disappointing homily,
something about the misunderstood
meaning of Ephesians 5:21-33. Adela,
the faithful catholic she is, laughs
from across the room. I Google
the bible verse and smirk to myself.
The words read like a neon sign:

Husbands, love your wives…

11/30:  A WITNESS

            It is difficult
to get the news from poems
                        yet men die miserably every day
                                                for lack
of what is found there.

Asphodel, That Greeny Flower [excerpt], William Carlos Williams

April 11, 2021
The President wants Gun Control but not everyone
wants Guns Controlled. Murder is still police brutality.
Another black man was murdered in Minnesota.
His name was Daunte Wright.
A Black and Latinx Army Lieutenant was pepper sprayed.
His name was Caron Nazario.
Coronavirus has a vaccine but not everyone wants to be vaccinated.
The world holds its breath every time it reads a headline.
I’ve never been
to Myanmar but a military coup is killing its people.
DMX died days ago.
A year into the pandemic, over half a million have died.
A five year old
child arrives at the southern border with nothing
but a number and a name.
The State of Georgia rewrote its laws
to make it harder for black and brown
people to vote. Texas is doing the same thing.
Amazon workers demand a union
but not everyone wants their labor organized.
A new COVID variant has
once again entered the blood stream of society.
If the media is a monster,
its because we feed it.
No matter what happens,
don’t fall for the click bait.
There’s too many days ahead
to stop paying attention now. I want
some small piece of news to be found in this poem.
Let it serve as
the reminder I need:
If I wish to write, I must first witness.