WE@THERING

Thunder claps. So do I.

Rain falls. I don't. Farewell to falls.*

Sit up. Stand uP. ST@ND UP!

(20 SEP 12, Santa Clara CA)

* A Stanford Hospital program.

 Alex (my son) asked me if this exercise poem is a haiku.

I suppose it is, as close as need be. Modern haikai no longer need conform to the 'classical' (16th cent.) 5-7-5 syllable model & can even be written in English in a single sinuous (no pun intended) line.

DISAPPEARED?

For Ginny Zeitman

Rumors

of my disappearance

are greatly exaggerated.

I know where I am.

So does my family.

So do people who see me,

sitting under a bo tree.

You may not recognize me,

but they do, embarassed

by what I'm doing.

I've done much worse;

I've starved myself.

Fortunately I stopped

before I died.

There's a lesson,

actually many lessons,

to be learned from this,

depending upon your

inclination to learn.

Learn this:

where you begin

may not be

where you finish.

It may look like it,

but then, it may not.

Simple enough?

I am beginning

to think so. You

may, too. Or not.

It's all up to you.

Are you listening?

I am. To you.

(19 SEP 12, Santa Clara CA)