To Germany and Back

I unplug my phone
grab yesterday’s socks
off the dresser

turn off the nightlights
open all the house blinds
and the car patio door

coffee first or clean up
first coffee can wait

I shave and clean up in
the loft bathroom and put
on my uniform of the day

with flip-flops

my first cup of the day is
light usually Community
Breakfast Blend instant

while I put the electric
kettle on I take my first
meds of the day to clear

my horrible sinuses

I add hazelnut creamer
and a touch of half & half

I save the killer coffees
for later in the day and
might switch to a little

vanilla creamer or I might
be in a hot tea mood

funny how things change
when I was in the Army in
Bad Kreuznach on my way

in to work I’d stop at the
Kaserne cafeteria for a
large cup of tea where

I’d add sugar and cream
then walk to my office
on the second floor of

the division HQ building
the tea was just right
by that time

good and strong

rarely coffee in those
years now it is rarely tea

oddly I still drink my
first cup of coffee for
the day in a Styrofoam
cup like I did the tea

amazing isn’t it

every morning I go to
Germany and back while
she still sleeps

Along the River

the first of a string of cold nights
and mild days are a welcome

I am not outside at my usual
time so the stillness and quiet
are very refreshing

I can hear the drone of a lawn
being cut probably at the church
and a siren far away

add a loud bird and I think it may
be stereo another lawn being
cut on the other distant side of me

my tea went from sipping hot to
cool enough to gulp if I want to
with less than half a cup left

do you know what is missing
my steno pad as I opted to bring
my laptop outside for the first

time so my Namiki fountain pen
already a relic by age alone is now
a sure sign of my past

thirty-five years ago or so on a
day like today I’d walk from my
Kaserne to a bench along the

Nahe River to sit and fill a
notebook with all the woe is
me of the day and to pray

or cry

no cell phones and no PCs really
just a few word processors at
work using large CP/M disks and

floppies I think
about one sip of cold tea to go

you know the same God who
used to hear my cries then
as I looked out over the river

hears me now

I for one am glad that some
things don’t change and God
is one of those things

my father God has never
forgotten one of my tears as
we sat along the river