16. Going solo
When I sat next to the rock star at the restaurant
or just above behind and to his left I listened but didn’t
intrude. He was with his wife or his sister and some
other friends or helpers. When he was leaving and
as I was ordering dessert he said my name in the
way that people who don’t know me think it’s
pronounced. I complimented his shoes and asked
what I’d won. He said: nothing just saying hello. His
song As the Light Is was in everyone’s heads.
People think it’s religious but it isn’t at least not to
A forest of siddarthas
and the trees they're
Wander the woods
and catch a glimpse
of the gardeners.
There's no need
to be the best
boat in the water:
you just need to float.
I've never hiked.
Well once as a college
traveller. A buddy and
I trailed along behind
goats. We whistled and
stole their bells. We
worried about the
shepherdess but she
My son said
'We'll win the rain'
Who wins the rain?
PS: Your Poem a Week w/
Philippe Shils - he lives in central Illinois. He has chapbooks available from Underground Books, Right Hand Pointing Press, and a collaborative one with his band The Red Wheelbarrows available at gigs and on Facebook by request. He plays old time banjo and has two kids who are patient with their father.