Tom Hatch- A Poem

Paper Curtains

I put newspaper curtains

On the windows in the east

The sun is too bright experienced from 

Past mornings fisting rays a

Larger world of light

Begins as the fall is calling

Home the leaves of summer

A reflection on the wall

Through the headlines

Insects go dormant 

Frost clings to the purple

Shade the opposite 

Of the orange sun

I am up alone reading

The printed word in reverse

Forcing the sunlight back

At the sun

reading the

Funny papers to the sun it cannot

Stop for a chuckle

As every man wants

The sun to do hoping 

For an answer of purpose

This far along in life 

A man is built and destroyed

And built again the headlines 

Change breathing

Forcing the water rinsed

Down the drain to the

Sea from which we came

Seeing her on the shore

Examining ocean shells 

Telling her of me waving 

Past the breakers

The yellow light of 

Many dinners with

Our son has passed

With no answer yet

For me or him or us or

Anyone bowing our

Heads for what we

Have then a chuckle from 

The sun as it leaves the day

From the west windows 

It was very brief without a word

At all

Tom lives in CT with a few farms up and down the road works in Manhattan. His train ride to and from NYC is his solace, study and den where it all begins and ends. And thinks steering the rear end of a hook and ladder with his bare feet could be a great hobby.