Pleasure

Over the last few months I have been increasingly open to the ordinary pleasures of the world. I've always been something of an over-planner, a bit of a control-freak. In my fifties I am perhaps loosening up a little bit. I've always had an appreciation for the beauties of the natural world, but lately I seem to be taking the world right inside myself. Or at least our little part of it on the Racquette River. Carole & I have been together a long time & we have learned each other's ways; lately, I have taken great pleasure in just relaxing with her out on the deck or over the dining table, at ease with each other. All this in the midst of the country as a whole drifting into authoritarianism, with a sectarian minority of radical fundamentalists & Ayn Rand cultists in control of the discourse. I feel desperately lucky to live inside what must be a parenthesis.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

1 thought on “Pleasure”

  1. THE SON

    A pure day that modesty that
    sober beauty like a hold thing
    never fails to arouse me

    because there at the center
    of so much grace and calm
    tiny frantic ants always
    rushing hither and yon

    the hidden parts
    won’t let go
    but must search and search

    against the coming cold as hell
    the coming wars and fevers
    the slowly arriving days
    of death the savior.

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