64th Letter

Surely, below zero in Spencer,
where monks are gathering for Vigils
in the lavish dark
of the Trappist abbey chapel.

Almost that cold in Arlington
at not quite 4 am.
I make the first coffee
of the brand-new year.

I just watched Fr McFarland,
dead sixteen years, say the Rosary
on CatholicTV. Then I switched
to CNN, and glimpsed festivities
in New York, Seattle, New Orleans,
Sydney, Hong Kong.

This New Year finds me
gray, tired, bruised,
within hailing distance
of AARP
and the first colonoscopy.

Lots of things in my life
piss me off, fill me with
distaste or trepidation.

But I begin the year
as I begin most days:
with a measure of hope
as yet unblackened
by the world's trudge and traffic.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-02 at 01:47

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You have my good wishes. This what I try to give to my children and grandchild every day.
2018-01-04


Bibek
Lots of things in my life piss me off too. At times, I can not even begin my days with hope. But your New Year was quite hopeful amid all the difficulties. I wish to read more of your poetic letters. Keep writing. And I pray for your good health, Tom. :)
2018-01-03


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
HOPE! All else is nothing. Well written Thomas.
2018-01-02


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Very "human" thoughts to begin the new year: distaste, trepidation, hope. I suppose it's a matter of percentages: increase hope at the expense of the others.

AARP saves you money, colonoscopies may save your life. No worries. If the world is a mess, "tidy your corner of it," that was advice given to me a long time ago, and I buy into it.

Looking forward to the 65th.
2018-01-02