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Poem for Monday, Winter Park, Sunday TV

Five Charms in Praise of Bewilderment
By Jim Moore


          At first when you leave town,

the dog and I maintain dignified silence.
          After no more than two hours
I'm talking to her, after three
          she's telling me the story of her life.
I nod my head at every word,
          encouraging her
to take all the time she needs


          I have the vice

of courting poems.
          Pathetic, I know.
I also like to watch Oprah
          if no one is around to notice.
That's right,
          I court poems, I watch Oprah,
I even let out wordless sighs late at night,
          and call them
my spring fields ploughed, my ready earth.


          Sitting quietly at dusk, I'll admit

my life goes like this:
          dark branches
scratching the still darker window.


          "How are you?"

I ask a woman at work.
          "I have no idea,"
she replies,
          sounding pleased with herself
at the heartfeltness
          of her own bewilderment.


          We don't know,

can't possibly know,
          never have known,
never will know.
          We just don't know.


I feel like I talk about the weather too much and yet the weather is often the deciding factor in making weekend plans. This Sunday, for instance, we had snow forecast to start at noon, so we went out before noon to the park to walk and look at the flowers we figured might be gone on Monday, though the crocuses that were open this week were tightly closed as if they knew a storm was coming. There was a black egg over the gym on the hill, so I summoned people for a Dialga raid (and caught a Cranidos) before the precipitation drove us to the car, to the food store, and home.




We had a spectacularly unexciting afternoon involving doing some cleanup in the basement and watching Maryland's men's basketball team lose to Michigan. Then we had piccadillo for dinner and were actually home for a change for all the Sunday shows we watch: Supergirl, which is getting draggy and needs either to have fun with Alex not remembering about Kara or wrap it up, then Victoria, ending a season I will not miss, then Madam Secretary, which as always was a bit didactic but pretty great, then Last Week Tonight, not as funny as the psychics but still enjoyable!

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