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Poem	for C. G. Macdonald, 1956-2006 Charlie, sunrise is a three-legged mongrel dog, going deaf, already blind in one eye, answering to the unlikely name, 'Lucky.' The sky, at gray-blue dawn, is a football field painted by smiling artists. Each artist has 3 arms, 3 hands, 3 legs. One leg drags behind, leaving a trail, leaving a mark. The future resembles a cloudy dream where the ghosts of all your life try to tell you something, but what? Noon is a plate of mashed potatoes and gravy. Midnight is an ugly chipped plate that you only use when you are alone. Sunset is a wise cat who ignores you even when you are offering food; her conception of what life is, or isn't, far exceeds our own. This moment is a desert at midnight, the hunting moon is full, and owls fly through a cloudless sky. The past is a winding, green river valley deep between pine covered ridges; what can you make of that? Night is a secret plant growing inky black against the sky. When this plant's life is over, then day returns like a drunken husband who stayed out until breakfast. A smile is a quick glimpse at the pretty face of hope. Hope's face is framed by the beautiful night sky. Hope's face is framed by the gray-blue dawn. This is your life, these seconds and years are the music for your only dance. Charlie, This is the eternity that you get to know.
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