Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

here i am, eating
(inhaling)
suNshine
in a peanut butter sandwich
and a pear, my nose pressed
to the sweet and ripe and yellow

it’s not that i need sunshine
it’s that i need to fill a hoLe bigger than death

like when you realize you have surrounded yourself with people and still find yourself alone

or when you chew on a 2 day old conversation with your mother who simply insisted that time should not be wasted and still find yourself hungry. huNgry and guiLty

and suddenly peanut butter makes you feel reaL
not so floating on a lonely surreal balloon
but here. eating sticky peanut butter
forget the calories
i’m talking spoons full, even before the toast is done

somehow you can’t feel hollow after eating peanut butter

and then she said
i told someone you were my best friend

and then he said
i move when i move and i stand still
when i stand still

and i realize
life and fruit and grief and friends have their own rhythm
and it’s oKay

Only a poet can find wisdom in butter made from peanuts, and then write a poem about it. Wasn't it Doris Day's "mother" who said, "Que sera, sera"?
jim

if peanut butter could sing
then doris day could simply chew on SmileGrl's words

jim... the things poets write about and the connections we see. and yes. que sera sera. whatever will be will be. life summed up in one phrase. we want to push, to fill the holes and the questions, but life has other plans and patience is a virtue.

judih... and *she blows her a kiss*