Slowly But Dearly Author:Norman Fischer ANOTHER PLANET in tall grasses — we are thinking — of what we are in — sunshine wondering — where we came from — among flowers listening — to sounds of birds, black — birds trilling lasciviously — extending themselves toward us — beside the pond we are dutifully — imagining what our life will be like — after we are dead and will have no wish to — think... more » or feel or worry about anything anymore
in the sky we fondly speculate about dear loved
ones who are lost far away probably also looking
for us among the tall grasses of our displaced thinking
we who are still thinking beside the pond as the frogs
croak and the cicadas shriek and the owls strangely (because
it is day) hoot as they never have before under the clouds in the trees whose
branches are knocking together in the breeze among the shade of the trees beside
the creek winding by where the willows are gesturing flagrantly in new bud we
are calculating how we'll spend our remaining days our lifetime storehouse of
gathered information and music sensation and grief: how strange that in these
purported places we mimic
a colorful life we've never lived worry about a determining death we'll never die
scheme out desires we'll never fulfill sighs we ll never sigh loves we'll never love
and dreams too painfully real for our impassioned slumbers« less