I’m thankful

I’m thankful

that the porcelain moon glides through her phases
that the planets march in a line across the sky
that Polaris won’t be our North Star forever

that spring rains carve new beds with their floods
that summer sparked wildfires unmap forests
that autumn hurricanes spawn surprise tornadoes

that angry protesters march in the streets
that my noisy neighbors are happy drunks
that all my ex-wives have remarried

that I’m putting on weight for winter
that my beard is graying but not my hair
that I’ll die someday

but I’m not dead yet

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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8 Responses to I’m thankful

  1. I love this. There’s something really cool and unexpected about the language here.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. JeanMarie says:

    A bit dark, no? But I like it, especially the last stanza and line. I’m glad you’re not dead yet too.

    Sometime you’ll have to explain this line:
    hat Polaris won’t be our North Star forever

    Liked by 1 person

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