275/365

bought a blue checkered blazer
and a red tie at the mall today,
for a wedding next week,
as well as a bottle of gin and
another one of makers mark.
not sure if this makes me feel old
or relevant. another paradox:
like long silver hair, tattoos
and a gut. mid-life straddlin’
the past and the future-
what coulda beens versus
what still might be’s.

the ice cubes clanking to the bottom
of a plastic glass. the frantic fizz of
root beer fills the room. every
carbonated bubble exploding
like a paparazzi of flashbulbs.

this should be a commercial.
this should be a movie scene.
this should be a photograph.

sometimes the cat jumps
on the couch wanting desperately
to be pet. vibrating with a purr
so that all you can do is rest the urge
to squeeze her till her bones break
from love. slow down. a gentle rub
of her nose. ears between your fingers.
her eyes closing. her throat shaking
with the acceptance of love.

maybe all it needs to be is
an appreciation of the moment.
an awareness that we are here
and alive and mindful enough
to be present to remember
just long enough so that
life might become this poem.