Friday, February 28, 2025

Mr. ATL


wiry, old man, diminutive
with thick spectacles
shouts the specials at ATL
Atlanta airport food court, Section B

I am surprised to find him here
old friend, stately man, aged only a bit
in front of "Fresh Eats", salads and wraps
"Today is a great a day...a GREAT DAY!!"

7 years ago
he was in front of Paschal's chicken
daring us to try the mac and cheese
collard greens

on my way to Sarasota
this time, to visit my parents' grave
I am cheered to find him still at it
all Georgia hospitality, gentle resilience

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

single digits


on night's like this
ice pebbled on my car's windshield
shuffling to put on my gloves
brushing and scraping the glass
I am reminded that the extreme cold
is most beloved of my soul

I read once, composer John Adams
in New England, taking his dog for a walk
the wind chill, negative twenty
a cleansing and a meditation
a hard look within, dog hale and smiling

it's coming
can you feel it like you know it?
you read about it, heard it discussed
not the single digit weather
but the arrival of the ritual fires

burning the dross
cooking the bread
relinquishing the silver
from the dull ore
that has calcified around our hearts