ONE OF THE GOOD DAYS

One of the good days, recovering

from that bad sickness, recognition

of sins. Surfacing

to where the past glimmers

through today like stones

through clear lake water.

There, in the past, they

give hope and strength, a

shimmering illusion; so

a hundred pages read of Tiptree

and others, rambling

through a friendly world

in peace, Coltrane

from the laptop, sunshine

flowing on the wall, outside

someone cutting grass and

seeing, smelling the new green grass

while walking out to Des Moines

when everyone you meet is a friend

and out there in the kitchen new hot coffee

you can taste even before you drink

it from that singing mug as

Coltrane, dead Coltrane still alive

in his music like Tiptree still alive

in her words, like they are

glimmering through the years,

alive, still alive, still here, still are, still are

part of you, part of the world,

together, all of you together, still.

21.05.2018