I find my entertainments close to home
as nothing could be more wildly hilarious
and downright curious
than my own complex teenagers
who sometimes speak
and do their math
about what adds up toward our shared
and independent
futures.
Then there are cacophonous birds
mourning doves and sparrows
blue jays and robins
yellow finches and ravens
greeting dawning light
as if some unprecedented miracle were unfolding
about which they will chatter and chirp amongst themselves
for many generations to come,
like climate marchers
just happy to be here
for this climaxing stellar event.
Then too I have neighbor watching and listening
which picks up more during afternoons,
after school buses drop off
wounded and yet still wondering kids,
with dogs and cats and even grandparents
to greet them,
while moms and dads slave away
at their own employer sponsored performances.
Meanwhile squirrels and chipmunks
scold and scamper
with playful engagement,
or playing at industry,
who could say
what undomesticated animals feel?
Worms burrow in the garden,
hopefully,
although I hate to interrupt them
solely for my frivolous fancies
regarding appropriate live entertainment.
They often respond, upon my thunderous devastation
of enlightening presence,
as if they were having some intimate dark night moment
that I have immodestly exposed to light.
I apologize,
recover,
and move on.
The bumble bees have posted flying sentries
around my front porch,
each flying in place all day long
tiny yellow and black helicopters
engaged in serious defensive intelligence gathering
Noting my scandalously erratic comings and goings,
importations and exportations,
exhortations,
and, even worse,
often sitting down on their porch’s swing,
rocking back and forth,
staring back
just as if I were not least bit intimidated
by threat of black and yellow drones.
Merely curious
about what’s so valuable inside
up under their roof
that they find me such a suspiciously alien threat.
But really,
for me,
these bumbling buzzing sentries are merely entertainment.
I especially love to watch
when they occasionally dive-bomb each other
for some inscrutable random whimsy.
Their placement may be a pageant
having nothing to do with my performance,
other than enjoyment
of their benign engagements
invested in this home we share.,
when we avoid claims
against immigrant infestments
While star gazing,
anticipating moon rise and fall,
wax and wane,
sailing behind diaphanous clouds
stretching my focus further out
this dark night’s soul
Pursuing at home dreams
as do these raucous insects
selling nocturnal sex and happiness
as if my backyard
on down toward river’s bed
were their red-light flowing district.
It amuses me,
hearing musicians’ combined intensity of purpose
to continue domestic entertainments
on through each warm month night
Until it’s time for those gospel choiring birds
to squawk and chirp
whistle and cheep
another at home climate marching dawn
of transformed peace.
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