Making Light
I took it away in a plastic bag ---
The goldfish
& then I wish I didn’t start off the poem that way
But that’s me
Playing myself in an out of trouble because people
take people seriously when in fact we’re quite frivolous
Of course at such times I say this again I must play
myself out of trouble because again I have upset a lot of people
Facing war & poverty, starvation
But for the moment at least that is not my lot
& coz I’m crazy I don’t even take that that
seriously
I mean what good do I do to feel either angry or sad
about things I can’t control
People want to eat not you to feel sad or angry for
them
Anyway, what is good for me is this peace & quiet up
in the morning early before others rise
It’s a cold Autumn morning & even the birds are
quiet
Maybe like me they’re enjoying the Max Bruch violin
concerto
Max is coughing
She’ll be up soon
& we’ll be yacking
She’s been homeless much her adult life
& she laughs
So the question is when I play myself into trouble
with certain people
Do I really respect enough their perceived wound
Through making light of everything?
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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