23 Mar Is This Us?
Poem: Is This Us?
This is Us, a new show, all slurpy and sloppy,
grins slathered like marmalade, all over everything.
Even cancer comes with epiphanies and revelations.
This is Us, about us? I ask,
He stares at the screen.
Texas Hold’em, the river;
He dives in as I float by, waiting, sipping time.
Isn’t this us? I persist,
spilling every thought,
down the drain,
like spoiled milk?
Why aren’t we asking big questions,
universe expanding, global warming?
We are not us.
We are brave and raw
So real as we sit here,
You clicking and groaning for a better hand;
Me quietly breathing in the moment
in all its languid imperfection.
This is us too sitting here in the
quiet grace of every day.