At Sixty-Five by Henri Cole
It was all so different than he expected.
For years he’d been agnostic; now he meditated.
For years he’d dreamed of being an artist living abroad;
now he reread Baudelaire, Emerson, Bishop.
He’d never considered marriage . . .
Still, a force through green did fuse.
Yes, he wore his pants looser.
No, he didn’t do crosswords in bed.
No, he didn’t file for Social Security.
Yes, he danced alone in the bathroom mirror,
since younger men expected generosity.
Long ago, his thesis had been described as promising,
“with psychological heat and the consuming
will of nature.” Now he thought, “This then is all.”
On the rooftop, in pale flickering moonlight,
he pondered the annihilated earth.
At the pond, half-a-mile across was not
too far to swim because he seemed to be
going toward something. Yes, the love impulse
had frequently revealed itself in terms of conflict;
but this was an old sound, an austere element.
Yes, he’d been no angel and so what . . .
Yes, tiny moths emerged from the hall closet.
Yes, the odor of kombucha made him sick.
Yes, he lay for hours pondering the treetops,
the matriarchal clouds, the moon.
Though his spleen collected melancholy trophies,
his imagination was not impeded.
Happy Sunday.
From Me Flows What You Call Time (Instrumental) · Nexus · Carl St. Clair · The Pacific Symphony Orchestra · Toru Takemitsu · Pacific Symphony Orchestra Takemitsu: Orchestral Works ℗ 1998 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT Released on: 1998-02-02
Percussion: Bob Becker
Percussion: John Wyre
Percussion: Bill Cahn
Percussion: Robin Engelman
Percussion: Russell Hartenberger
Producer: Steven Epstein
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