Negotiation

Negotiation

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

Chipmunks, squirrels collecting
bitternut hickory, chirping
against a small owl cruising
low beneath the trees.

Everyone has gone this morning
to school or work. Laundry rolling, 
carpets vacuumed, cleaning
in the bathroom on my knees.

I'd like to be Whitman, praising
the pure contralto, Wynton practicing
all day. But like my father dying
I cannot hear what I cannot see.

Locally there's politics, processing
points of view. Eventually coming
to a decision, building or not building
windmills on the sky, bridges in the sea.

Insignificant and mighty happenings
seem the same from my vantage ageing
gratefully, inexorably, planning
how to die in my own damn way.

© 2015 Robert Ronnow


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

236 Views
Added on December 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 2, 2015
Tags: Age, Bridge, Build, Cleaning, Die, Father, Grateful, Hear, Knees, Laundry, Mighty, Morning, Negotiation, Owl, Planning, Politics, Practice, Praise, Process, School, Sea, See, Sky, Trees, Work