I missed Harwell’s timbre,
So I found some on the net.
But 84′, when the Tigers roared,
Was all that I could get.
I smiled for while recalling
The moxie of Morris as he tossed a no hitter,
His crafty curve ball,
Bombing breaker, sizzling splitter.
But thoughts of 84′, turned to thoughts of 82′.
How you loved Ernie, and how we lost you.
Your relentless punning on Gibson’s name:
“Gibby a home run!”
Whenever his turn came.
How I wish you’d made 84′
And could hear
Those Tigers roar.
Memory is a tattered blanket,
Whipping in the breeze.
It doesn’t cause calamity,
Doesn’t set my mind at ease.
There’s so little to hang on to
By now I should let go.
Still I carry it, I carry you
Back and forth, to and fro.
I recall a summer day,
when you sang me Bobby Hebb.
And you a vision of beauty,
You were my only need.
“Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain.”
“Sunny, you smiled at me and really, really eased the pain.”
Sunny, one so true.
I still love you.
Forgiveness is the line that keeps us moored,
When weather becomes a beast.
Kindness is a cove that shelters
When the wind roars in the east.
Hope is the promise, that once more,
We sail the calm seas of a storm free day.
Love is a gentle breeze blowing,
Sending us once more on our way.
Tender your tender tender to me.
Your love alone will set me free.
We’ve been hardened by time and age,
Losses mounting from the wars we wage.
Tender your sweet tender
Surrender to me.
Be my crumbling wall,
By an ancient sea.
I don’t know what we have left to spend.
I do know how I want it to end.
We break like waves.
Crest on a beach,
Recede out of reach.
No more smiles to give,
Or lessons to teach.
Skin mesh slips flesh and bone.
Hearts that beat
And dared not be alone,
Beat a silent retreat
To the great unknown.
A brief smattering of words
To indicate that today was.
Was more than red exclamation points.
Tiresome emails. Running over the same ground.
Writing on the adult chalkboard a trillion times.
Today could be the middle of the week
In the middle of a middling life
Of a man stuck in the middle.
Or today could be appreciated for what it is:
Thank you oxygen that fills my lungs.
Thank you sunrise.
Thank you sweet and tender love that I have known.
I’m alive and well, and the champion of my soul.
We start with the weather on the call.
But I don’t care about weather at all.
Because the wind will blow and the sun will set,
And when it does, I still won’t forget
How you let me take the fall.
Forgiveness is a barrier, forty feet high.
You’re told to scale it, so I try.
Check the emotions and the pride,
But it won’t get you to the other side.
No foot holds here. No cracks to pry.
Time is just a narrow band
Of uneven footing, and shifting sand.
The truth we seek is solid ground.
But what I hear is just the sound
Of wind lashing a tiny strand.