Friday, December 23, 2011


Photo from an old Johnson Bros. Plate engraving

sometimes I think I would have liked living back in Victorian this photo, but then again, probably not...anyway, here's a brand new poem (written this a.m.) about living in these crazy days...


So I'm sitting in Jitters
having a half caff/half real
and a chocolate hazelnut biscotti
while waitin for the serpentine
belt to be replaced on my Saturn.
The car wizard said the belt
has 111,000 miles on it
and could go at any time,
sort of like all of us, I guess.
On the other hand, I'm sure
there are serpentine belts
slithering along at 211,000.
Who ever knows?

Outside the temp is hovering at 22 degrees.
Inside Nat is singing about roasting chestnuts,
the Cookie Lady is baking away
and a guy in a Packer's jersey
is talking about relationships.
Is that the same as love, I wonder?

Coffeeshop ponderings--as meaningless
(or maybe not)
as pondering the life of a car or a belt.
I consider sharing this profundity--
asking the barista, the Cookie Lady,
the man in the Packer shirt--
tell me, are you happy?  and if not, can I help?
Or maybe I'll just walk back up the hill
to pick up my 111,000 mile Saturn
wearing the bright, new, classy, serpentine belt.


Blogger Anthony said...

Interesting poem...As for living during the Victorian era, I daresay that few of us would actually choose to grow up in that time period. Compared to today, life for most Victorians was nasty, brutish, and short.

7:57 AM  
Blogger Sharon Auberle said...

absolutely right, Anthony...

10:35 AM  

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