Sunday, January 18, 2015

January Prose

I don't know how or why I got on this kick of blogging a poem every month.  I think I'll stop when I go a whole month without reading something that doesn't move me...or if I get too busy... or too tired.  

This latest one was such a delight I posted a copy on my office door.  It so perfectly expresses my many moments of incredulity - in spite of all my organized attempts to steer clear.  It's impossible to live unscathed.  It's inevitable.  It's people like me who desperately need the "inverted exclamation point".        


We, the naturally hopeful,
Need a simple sign
For the myriad ways we're capsized.
We who love precise language
Need a finer way to convey
Disappointment and perplexity.
For speechlessness and all its inflections,
For up-ended expectations,
For every time we're ambushed
By trivial or stupefying irony,
For pure incredulity, we need
The inverted exclamation point.
For the dropped smile, the limp handshake,
For whoever has just unwrapped a dumb gift
Or taken the first sip of a flat beer,
Or felt love or pond ice
Give way underfoot, we deserve it.
We need it for the air pocket, the scratch shot,
The child whose ball doesn't bounce back,
The flat tire at journey's outset,
The odyssey that ends up in Weehawken.
But mainly because I need it – here and now
As I sit outside the Caffe Reggio
Staring at my espresso and cannoli
After this middle-aged couple
Came strolling by and he suddenly
Veered and sneezed all over my table
And she said to him, "See, that's why
I don't like to eat outside."

-Paul Violi-

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