The October Poem: After the Wedding

Back from lovely Brown County, Indiana, where the wedding of my son, Tim, took place. Everything was wonderful, and I came back inspired in multiple ways. Which leads to my October poem. You may recall that I'd pledged to write at least one poem per month and share them here. This poem is called, After the Wedding.

Coming home
after seeing my youngest son
set sail for the undiscovered country known as marriage,
I determined, inspired,
to work a little harder at my own life:
I would take up the ukulele (again),
I would pick up the litter in the park,
learn the calls, markings,
and peculiar habits
of the local birds,
listen carefully to those who speak and also to those
who do not speak, write
lengthy desiderata in the sand,
and tell all sorts of people in all sorts of ways
that I too am entwined with them
in the troubled bliss
of mortality.