A Most Glorious Fourth of Columbus Day

Four –score and so much more,
all the turns we could have taken
all the viewpoints forsaken.
Glance back, mile markers like a rosary.
Grip the wheel,
dedicate yourself anew,
born again to run.
All for the sake of first in line.
It’s bargain time in shoppers’ paradise
All ye, all ye, in come free.

And, while we wait,
pass the time,
pick a card, any card,
Flip a coin,
Call it the in the air,
if you dare.

Nigh onto two hundred and more beside
To bring us here
Every sign along the way promised,
“Open seven days, all hours.”
But the doors are chained and locked,
It’s time to take stock it seems.
Taking stock in,
or of, hard to say.
Either way, any way,
leaves us outside, shuffling,
in the gathering heat,
while the rising sun perches above the hills,
unblinking as a hawk.
Above us all,
beside the road, where all may see,
the welcome sign like a beacon rises tall,
ablaze with light,
except the letter L.
I wonder,
who
and when?

And, while we wait,
pass the time,
pick a card, any card,
Flip a coin,
Call it the in the air,
if you dare.

Hand pressed against the glass to cut the glare,
I see,
one light far down the dim and shadowed corridor.
Somewhere in the nexus of silence
The accountant sits, cross legged,
the flicking beads on his abacus
a blur, as he totals up;
transformations management,
cultivation of appearances,
visibility placement,
assignment of blame,
and a gross of first quality, India gum erasers:
All expected and acceptable practices , he’s quick to say.
Can’t let an inconvenient truth or two stand in the American way.
Though, privately, for a fee,
he’ll spell out ways and means
so that the profile of risk becomes
as slim as the finest silver sliver of the moon.
And as he runs the wild and unruly numbers
like some herd of unbroke mustangs.
I hear the echoes of his mutterings,
wondering whether he should carry an umbrella.
“Good for sun or rain,” he says.
So eminently practical.

And, while we wait,
pass the time,
pick a card, any card,
Flip a coin,
Call it the in the air,
if you dare.

Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.

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