From my Notebook

I've been working on some new writing but I've also been delving into my notebooks for things I may have passed. Some of these are just fragments that I'm going to post but some of these are just short fun poems I wrote on the subway or in a park or library. Here's my first one, in the voice of some lady I created in my head.

Underneath It All

“I’m telling you,
there is a lake underneath this cemetery,
a place we’ll all go someday.

See, when they bury the kinfolk,
dig a standing man down into the ground,
they living, they can’t say it to themselves.
Can’t bring their minds to bend to it.
They must believe the earth is solid all the way through,
they’d never want to know they’re skating on a thin shelf.
Because as soon as their loved ones are covered,
their bodies sink like blueberries in the batter,
down and through to the underwaters where
it’s all a big day at sea.
They open their lids like cabin doors
and wave and holler at all their old lost friends.
Then they tear out the bedding and hang them like sails.

I’d like one of them to know I believe it.
Maybe they’d let me tend their lighthouse.”