“My GPS Is Set Towards Awe” — digital collage AleXander Hirka

Just A Few More

At this point of the journey
just a few more is the practical approach.
PS. And see how it goes.
You’d hardly have thought that at 20 30 40
even at 50
you’d be planning a lifetime.
But now maybe 2 3 4
5 or more would be great
—springs summers winters autumns.
And maybe a few more trips across the sea
or to the desert.

Sinatra never sang about the November Of My Years.

Celebrities
those with accomplishments,
the recognized!
(even if just for knowing how to stand in front of a camera)
they make the news.
And when they show up at the front desk to check out
—they always announce of how many spins
around the sun they made.

Guess I won’t be included in the list
of creative spirits who died at 68.
Josephine Baker, Dmitri Shostakovich
Rita Hayworth, Kōbō Abe, Shel Silverstein
Rene Magritte, Paul Hindemith
Miguel de Cervantes
and millions of others.

In the next 365 days I could join
Louis Armstrong, Pablo Neruda, Richard Wagner
William Blake, Aldous Huxley, Richard Feynman,
David Bowie, Saddam Hussein,
and millions of others
who left at 69.

The body
this leased transporter of “I”
—like all vehicles
wears down with every mile.

Maude’s suggestion to Harold
to round it out at 80
rings true.

Maude: “I mean, 75 is too early, but at 85 you’re just marking time.”

Objects in rear-view mirror are in fact
farther than they appear
and disappearing as we go over hills.
What did I dismiss?
Did I seek bliss?
How many did I kiss?
How many will read this?
Nobody knows what it is, but there is a number.

“My Parents and Life” — digital collage by AleXander Hirka

My parents
live in a few photographs
and fading bureaucratic records.
And in my mind
(perhaps no other any longer)
— whose shelf life
suggests expanding mold and diffusion.

At some point I’ll get on line
with all the others at the last front desk
and return the keys
to this surreal circus.
My accomplishments
my contributions
—will crawl around some computers
and on the Internet for a while
and then these words will be become nothing.

I’ll be heading out for a long vacation
a trip to deliver some nutrients
back to the trees that have sustained me.
And give some dust back to the stars.

“It’s just an accident that we happen to be on earth, enjoying our silly little moments, distracting ourselves as often as possible so we don’t have to really face up to the fact that, you know, we’re just temporary people with a very short time in a universe that will eventually be completely gone. And everything that you value, whether it’s Shakespeare, Beethoven, da Vinci, or whatever, will be gone. The earth will be gone. The sun will be gone. There’ll be nothing. The best you can do to get through life is distraction. Love works as a distraction. And work works as a distraction. You can distract yourself a billion different ways. But the key is to distract yourself.” ― Woody Allen

This is just a little distraction I wrote on my 69th birthday.

The words fall vertically so I guess it’s a poem.

Perhaps it is just a footnote to the book I published exactly three years ago today.

© AleXander Hirka 2020. All Rights Reserved.

“Life Truth #12 & 35: No U Turn” — photo by Tammy Remington

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