Imagine if all the people said, like Natsume Sōseki: “Every day’s a good day.”
We don’t usually think this way –
but why not?
Is it because of Putin, and the war in Ukraine?
Or can we go beyond that,
to poetry, and the imagined?
Or is it just pain in general?
or specifically, like I have, MS?
When I wrote this I was 75, happily married –
but falling apart…not yet, I’m 78.
Why do I say happily married?
Because if you were married to Lanara you’d be happy, too.
She’s a great cook. When I met her in New Zealand,
she was cooking for orphans.
Since both of my parents are deceased, she continues to cook for an orphan.
Thank the lord and Sophia for Lanara.
Okay, she has more than a beauty spot…
She is kind, giving, sensitive,
and bright.
She is my dear wife, but more important, my best friend.
It’s July in Oregon, so there are plenty of blueberries,
some blueberries that the birds have not eaten.
I wanted to use some words in this poem, so here they are:
Talent, creativity, risk,
curiosity, love, and passion.
We don’t usually think this way–
but why not?
Published poet, though mainly haiku. Stand-up comedian, and professor of psychiatry at Oregon Health and Science University (OHSU)
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