And I curl up, nightly

At last, no longer

by Arthur B. Binder

Cheering each other on,

sharing recent works,

news of late accomplishments,

prospects, plans, doubts, wishes…

admiring each other’s good looks—

sharing space, watching each other eat—

little communal bits celebrating

life and hope—before one gets to be

over the hill—seeing the far sea

(not the “Pharsee” [Farsi]; nor the “Pharisee”)

The farce, see? and the FAR SEA—

And the dim sunset – greening, greeting—

when one gathers about

family and friends—when one—

tired and alone—still questioning—

gathers (all about oneself) skin and bones—

curls up somewhat like a fetus (like a farting dybbuk)—

waiting—wanting—to close one’s eyes.