Opportunities seized
My nurse friend said, “You know, Peter, you have a pretty good life” and I guess she’s right— I’m comfortable, well-paid, respected and even, by some, well-liked So if I’m yet to relinquish childish visions of unending love and sweet earthly paradise, so what? She and I tried but couldn’t find a rhythm, the right electricity, that goodly earthy sync and give and fiery sexual prism For that old curmudgeon politico, Dick Nixon, truth became a kind of hate When Eugene McCarthy took on the murderous Lyndon B. Johnson he was asked why he couldn’t give a great rousing speech like the one he gave at the convention years before and he said something like, “I’ve seen too many things and can’t speak that way anymore” He felt it then though, we all did “We had great sex though, yes?” Sorry my dear, after all these years I don’t remember much good about us, out and about the tender swirl of those dark, dank, hurt-filled days Like a calf born with two heads her love for me wasn’t just love Once vanity and boredom slipped in, how easy it was for her to “move on” The operating room’s different than what I expected, not really like TV—it’s full of equipment, for one thing, electronic, medical, harsh lights overhead, lots of people, blue gowns a lot of blue masks, the team scrubbed, expectant standing wherever they could, professional, determined, in anticipation of their tasks, some joking it seemed And as I go under I’m moved to a metal looking stretcher bed much narrower than I expected and, as I’m placed there, a tube is placed down my throat and I’m out That “learned me,” as Gramps used to say, that “learned me” She and me in the freedom of time Once here you can dream it all again— her powerful offer of sprightly paradise Opportunities seized that didn’t pan out Opportunities seized that did
-August 5, 2017-