New Years Day 2018

“I’m still alive!”
is something you shout
from the crevasse
to the rescuers
whose pick axes remind you
because you are still a poet although stuck in the ice
of cartoon implements from TV in Florida
and this is how you hope to go
one day but not yet because
the medicine was good and you are still here
a bit of a miracle but
as they with their chisels chip and hammer at the ice
that preserves you like an aspic of creative, this whole
human mess we’re in for a flash is also frozen like an X-ray
of the sun, leaping fusion mountains unsurfable
and now in tuscany looking west at rooftops
Two arms reach out a window shaking out a rug the
miracle of my rescue gets another dial click as
Scientists gather like in Florida TV sci-fi in black and white
and something I remember after surgery barely walking how I
Suddenly wanted pink and yellow shirts and
Soon as I could drive the V-8 Tundra I drove from the beach
down to mall and went to Nordstrom’s and bought these outrageous
pink and yellow shirts.