THE UNIVERSE IS EXPANDING

THE UNIVERSE IS EXPANDING

    Remembering Chicken Little

Are you struggling to remain small?

Or negotiate old distances?

Physicists have answered the call

There is a movement outward

 

Big Bang!

Have you noticed it? 

When I return to campus, as a retiree

I struggle to get from A to B

For thirty years I traversed this campus

Corner to corner, place to place

From office to classroom

And every imaginable meeting space

It never took this long

Students have always been challenged

To get from one end to the other

But, hats off, their generation is adapting

Through some evolutionary mechanism

Parking lots, our neighborhood

         Insert your own experience here

Everything takes more time

And energy to negotiate

When the universe expands

Everything does

Yonder, people must speak louder to communicate

And I do the same for them

Ladders extend higher

My girth and weight

But the future looks good

When I call upon the young 

They respond with such aplomb

Son, please take this stool 

That light bulb needs to be replaced

That one way up there

DRK

8/28/20

WORDS FAIL ME

As they did everyone else

It became far too chemical a thing

For talk to intervene

Corralled in self, and the struggle to survive

Love, the gift, edged out

By her need to receive

An impatient world hurried her through our plodding ways

People, palliatives,

Who knows what there was?

The guys, the highs,

The lows, doses, sizes

Cut short her time with us

Now the future, an eternal unsaid, unheard.

In the end she chose a private out

No thought to who would do the rig-a-ma-roll

And put her where her kids could go.

She impressed me with her survivability

Until the tragedy

The one we feared

Her end, at home in bed

We like to think life has no end.

Magic on the other side will help her find

a demon free place with the rest denied among our kind.

But rest may elude her even there

A loving God may busy her

One on one

Challenge her

With a world of work undone.

DRK

10/11/11

7/12/20

LEGACY

Wake-up coffee

And

We’ve got mail!

Somebody sent us

A word puzzle

With family clues

HAPPY ANNIVESARY!!

December 21

Golden!

            How did they do that?

Outside, Aaron

Staking up yard signs

Boldly announcing to passers-by

“Happy Fiftieth, Dennis and Carole”

            His own idea

            Or a three-sib conspiracy?

The neighbors, prompted,

Stopped by

With “Hellos!” and “Congratulations!”

           

That evening

Dressing for dinner

What?

In our yard!

Luminaria!!

            I counted seventy-three

Each with a lighted candle

Sneakery with industry

            Thanks to Aaron and his daughter, Emily

At dinner with friends

And their champagne

A server’s alert --

Save room for dessert!

            Marya called it in from Chicago

At evening’s end

Tired, we tried to put to bed

Ourselves and our memories

From this special day

But the next morning

A sunrise surprise

Church friends who, unlike us

Had read the morning paper

Brought our attention to

            Our picture and anniversary story

            Who did that?

We looked pretty good in our finery

From Louisa and Mike’s wedding last year

The luminaria, which delighted

Were removed the next day

De-lighted

And our life goes on

But with a persistent grin

Confirming again

The blessings

Of our legacy

Hail to these three

And those in the future

They choose to regale

DRK

1/30/2019

MY WIFE

multiplies life.

    Beware her fertile ground
    or grow.

Children top
but don’t exhaust
her list.

In need,
the one they call.

Indeed,
anticipates,
calls.

The rest of us know

God’s good deal.

    The two, in league,
    unwritten,
    nods, winks.
 
    Warm rains
    freshen her gardens. 

Tend-er.

DRK
6/18/13

TWO QUEENS    

Gargoyles perched

on Mary’s church;

buttresses flew

o’er fenestration blue.

Chartres’ ancient hands extend

to yet one more pilgrim band.

Saints, sinners, citizens,

common and royal --

statues, weather-grained,

usher visitors through portals

to darkened

mystery spaces, designed

by masons.

Crusader booty from Arabia,

they crafted pointed arches and porticoes

with compasses and

arcane mathematical ratios.

The gray ghost-lit columns

prop pointed arches --

and greet,

guild by guild,

         window by dedicated window,

the furriers, the tanners

the carpenters, and coopers,

the stone workers, the shoemakers

glass makers and bakers:

         first come, first served builders

still attending Mary’s sacred maternal court.

We approached the crossing

with measured steps:

nave, apse, choir, transepts.

Honoring Mary at center court.

Mother of Him,

mediator for all who seek,

patient moderator of their childlike rivalries

(Rose colored political volleys

launch across her throne.).

Her grand vista: round windows,

roses,

ancient glass

passing left, right and center,

jewel-lighting her sacred space.

Back home,

in a white  lighted,

         medic space, mystery free,

a town lined up to see

a dying country queen.

Unaware of her care-giver court,

and white curtain vistas:

         children, friends, waiting,

         assisting,

         time running short.

No eternal favors to give,

her family not divine,

she still united her pilgrims one last time –

a collected expression

of today’s goodby,

missing mysteries of the yesterdays,

that fed her generation

and led them to their time to die.

Events

would send her

through parlor, church, procession and tent.

We came to honor and remember

an old  life newly spent.

Atop the earthy end

of what remained

roses’ pained aromas

were left to ascend. 

Dennis R. Keefe

July 2, 2007

Those familiar with Henry Adams will recognize ideas from his Mont St. Michel and Chartres.

YOUR PLACE OR MINE?                                      

        

Do people perk your brew?

Motivate, energize, and keep in touch with you?

Are you on the phone, the net

Know who’s where and doing what?                       

Good at sizing people up?

Like to meet, team, schmooz, socialize

even when relaxing?                

I have friends who find that taxing.

Bad to take a rest from the rest of us,

they are on the roof shingling,

instead of at receptions mingling.

Like to get physical, morphing things with tools –

flowers on the patio

or easels in the studio.

Klutzy me, a putz with things or people.

My muses entice me inside

to dream and wander,

ponder thoughts, not groups or pots.

What excites or comforts you?                                          

Do you dabble between talents,

change leopard spots?

Your genius may be . . . balance.

Wherever you like to hang your hat

may you visit it often –

and get away from where you’re paid

to race those rats.

Dennis R. Keefe

Dec. 22, 2008

FREE FIE FOR FROM

"Free To Be You And Me"*
A potent truth

We are free
For
All we can become

But I grow increasingly aware
Of how free I am not
From
Me

That ladder will no longer be
Climbed by me
My golf clubs languor wistfully
Gone the fun
Of worked up endorphins
Going for a run

My thoughts, too, struggle with me
An old dog, new trick free

Fortunately, I have a few cards still in play
Singing, an occasional stab at poetry



And we have each other
Not free from, but blessed by

The terror of personal solitaire has haunted me
Losing memories to share

I would be a different me
Without my history of thee

Keep me going as well as you can

Given me

DRK
3/8/20

*FREE TO BE YOU AND ME
MARLO THOMAS
RUNNING PRESS ADULT, 2002
FIRST PRINTED, 1974 

PURE MICHIGAN MYOPIA

Michigan Made Cars
Foiled by Michigan Made Roads
Body shop or tax

DRK
3/19/20

PURE MICHI-WHAM

Road, traffic.  Watch which?
Traffic is . . . Wham!  Busted tire!
The road wins again

DRK
3/27/2016

PURE MICHIGAN VILLAGE

It takes a village
To raise my car . . . from the depths
Michigan’s potholes


DRK
6/4/14

PURE MICHIGAN ROADS

Quaint disappointment
Pure Michigan cobblestones
Road patches re-patched

DRK
6/24/14

PURE MICHIGAN CONUNDRUM

Highway 2, U. P.
Have drivers neglected you?
Why are you so smooth?  

CRYING "FOUL"

My fowl weather friends
Come by here for their dinner
'Less the sun says "there"

DRK
3/2/2020