CurranPoem

There are days when life is so weird That I must drink popcorn to survive And the pears slice themselves into bacon For breakfast with roses for eggs as small dragons Rush from the window and pluck the eggs off my plate I hear roses and pears laughing--I wake from my sleep The bowl of last night’s popcorn waits by my bed I make coffee and drink and eat the popcorn And wave good-bye to the smiling little dragons Who bless me in my world which makes much less sense Then theirs

From Beneath the Trees of Eden                                     I recall the changes of fall… The yellow leaves of the elms The red of the oak—the brown leaves of the pear tree From which marvelous sweet fruit had surprised And sweetened me and the cherry tree whose Spring fruit had meant that I would spend an hour Pitting cherries for pies beneath very green trees And the ancient apple tree whose twisted trunk Seemed like some ancient god and his apples Were golden and seemed more special then the Apple tree with the more familiar red fruit and The young peach tree who struggled with our winter snows And seemed so out of place this far north 22 children lie dead in Connecticut, countless more lie dead In Damascus…in Somalia…in Chicago.   Did they ever know What it is like to wake up in Eden where mother and father Sent you out in peace to pick some fruit for breakfast.   I walk out and pick up the spent shells Of the dead ones from benea