Poetry Month-April 4, 2024

Today is the birthday of three extraordinary women I know and love. It is also the day Martin Luther King Jr was assassinated. How strange these markers are. How can one day hold such a confluence of events? And yet the day we are born and the day we die hardly begin to determine the influence we have, whether it’s bringing soup to a neighbor or speaking on an international stage. These benign dates are simply nudges to remind us of how extraordinary it is to be alive. And yes, it’s also a fluke. A marvelous fluke of fate.

That’s what I’m thinking as I pull this strange booty from the altar box:

ISABELLA

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, someone
comes into your life and
Upends it
Sometimes, if you’re lucky, she’s
an irreverent catholic
who can see through the
holy mist and call it
A cosmic joke
(it was the eighties, we lobbed balls at the cosmos)
“It’s a stor-reeeee, Linds-seeeeee,” she’d say.
If you could write a story about the universe and
make everyone obey you,
wouldn’t you do it?
Who cares if sales & marketing
slap ‘Bible’ on the front cover?
‘Testaments, Prophecies & Gospels’
was only a working title.