Our Tractor Man

Our tractor man is doing

What he really likes to do:

Clearing snow.

He suits my mental man-with-plow.

Trading pig and cow

For gear he likes to sit inside;

The tractor hut;

Tranquil woods to clear and saw,

Chop and cut;

Tractor wheel, forest smell,

Alone deciding what to fell.

Muddy potholes in the spring,

Flood and crud his tractor´s thing.

Nicely chubby,

Slightly tubby;

Sixty odd,

His tractor and the woods his God.

 

I esteem this earthy man

Dharma bound to seasoned stars

That fix the farmer life and plan

Unchangeable and stable.

Our Tractor Man passed away 2016.


Our Tractor Man 3.4.2003 (revised 11.19.2016)

Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Time; Special People, Special Occasions; Birth. Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

                                                     

 

Older By The Minute


In print,

In ink,

In body’s wrinkle

Every atom – infinite in movement,

Older by the minute but for dogged re-arrangement,

Fortune’s plight and luck indefinite.

 

What then, then what?

Some permanence within,

In atoms’ never ending movement?

Some emergent state

To start the thing all over;

Aging once again, but to initiate

Each minute-varied-minute?

Pin your hopes on it.

Monarchs, minions

And some other millions

Do.

 

Older By The Minute 11.8.2015/revised 9.7.2016

Circling Round Aging; Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Me Against Them (having looked in the mirror watching the wrinkles wrinkle)

 

It’s me against them:

The muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, skeleton;

Sometimes a treaty, sometimes at war,

Passive and neutral, blasé, a watcher: overlord

Time.

All I can do is to keep the war going, battling on;

All that I can; a work to be done.

All that I ask and a plus and a task.

 

I have defenses:

If I sit too long,

The muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, bone

Enjoin me to get off my bum

And remember it’s me against them:

Two weapons:

Zeal and will.

For it I sit too still,

The muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, bone

Tell me, “War done, you’ve not won,

And that’s that”!

 

The muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, skeleton;

Entente or at war,

Always the watcher, their overlord Time.

Day long,

Will strong,

Choices endless,

To-do lists in endlessness too.

 

Me against them – chumps /victims of time:

Karma and nature, destiny, deity;

All time companions,

The war carries on:

Muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, skeleton

Fading but fighting

to function.

 

Me Against Them 4.4.2016

War Book II ; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Time Isn’t

 

It’s – and I don’t like to ply the word –

A non-existent; nothing but

A construct

To describe and not define

Growth and decay,

The born, the dying.

It’s – a

‘Now you see it, now you don’t’,

‘Now it’s here and now it’s not

Time the tag

Of laws, of change.

Time the badge.

Time the label

Giving names to light years, birthdays…

Every whatsit measured by an age.

As something Time is not.

 

Time Isn’t 10.23.2015

Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Reality; Nature of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

One Day Closer

 

It’s always one day closer

To an end, yours most importantly:

It ‘s that that counts

As days mount up inexorably.

Soon- or later, the debates are

What you do with time – your time: the in-between,

And what is worthy on this earthly sojourn?

I have answers.

There are answers: wo/man/swers!

Don’t waste a day,

The-closer-to-an-end,

But face it, for each second

Is one second closer…

 

One Day Closer 8.8.2015

Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

One Hour Back 10.26.2014

One Hour Back

 

The hour’s gone back.

We’ve gained some sleep.

We haven’t gained a longer life,

We’ve simply traded spring for fall,

Accepted shorter days,

Less light,

The longer night;

Traded lettuce for beetroot,

Every other winter root;

Traded tanned for paler skin,

The shoe for boot,

More layers on,

The hour’s gone back to nature’s time,

A test

To make the best of life

As always.

 

One Hour Back 10.26.2014

Circling Round Nature II; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Eighty Is Too Young To Die 7.12.2014

Eighty Is Too Young To Die

 

Eighty is too young to die.

Ninety too.

There’s no

Good time to die, you

Must agree.

(The young can never visualize

the size

of ever).

 

 

Eighty Is Too Young To Die 7.12.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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