While she stirs the asparagus soup, I read
a poem from New Yorker. The words ramble
and jumble before my eyes. She's listening,
not commenting, as I work thru fourteen lines.
I'm not the shiniest apple on the tree nor am
I the worm-bitten soggy one on the ground,
but this one loses me. My wife is smiling.
She's a yogi and has a bit of true zen about her.
"In meditation," she says, "we try to calm
the monkey mind." I picture this little guy
jabbering in my ear, head bobbing to a rhythm
only he hears and I understand, sort of.
Marc Swan's poems have recently been published or forthcoming in Scrivener Creative Review, Sanskrit, The Antigonish Review, Mudfish, Gargoyle, Nuclear Impact Anthology, among others. His third collection, Simple Distraction, was published by Tall-Lighthouse, London, England. He lives with his wife Dd in Portland Maine.