Fifth Day of a New Year
January 5, 2002
African music on the
radio, boys sleeping, Carolyn reading a novel on the futon behind me. I sit at
the new used desk I bought earlier today from the Salvation Army. Wood top, metal
sides, drawers that slide smooth and easy. Finally a solid, spacious setting for
the computer, printer, my paperwork. As the music plays I tap fingers on wooden
desktop. A pleasant percussive sound I didn't envision when purchasing. Hollow
resonation when tapping above empty chair space below. Solid heaviness where drawers
lie underneath. A functional desk - a makeshift drum - all for $10.99!
I step away from the
desk for a moment to put another chunk of firewood in the heating stove - seasoned
oak from trees cut in the woodlot a couple of years ago. The old Kalamazoo wood
cook stove is now cool - hours after supper - hours till breakfast fire and hot
coffee. The oak chunk I placed in the heating stove will burn for hours.
Another year has passed.
Snow once again covers the ground. Hairline recedes a little more, white hairs
infiltrate my beard. Earlier today Carolyn moved hay mulch, dug a few carrots
out of the ground. Crisp fresh sweetness in early January. Jars of tomatoes, pickles,
beans line shelf in cupboard. Seed catalogs arrive daily in the mail. A continual
turning of seasons, cycles, lives. One year behind, another gathering steam. My
boys sleep soundly in their room as I soak up warmth from stove and gaze out window
into the dark winter night.
sudden gust of wind
Michael Czarnecki's writes various forms of poetry. Information and some of his work can be found on his webpage.