Sitting with Friends
I am friends with the sunshine and the long, long time.
I am friends with the whistling of the man who lives next door
and his uninvited music, which Iíve become accustomed to.
I have taken good care of my baby and the bee-bop-dee-bop.
Iíve decided to stick by this Sellotape dispenser, come what
I am also enjoying a fleeting relationship with the shadow
of the jasmine on the carpet. But the little cross-legged Buddha
on the mantelpiece is my most steadfast friend. He says heís
the letter in the envelope Iíve tucked behind his back. He says
he understands. I am live-in companion to this dark wooden
Its heaviness and sadness comforts me. And Iím on pretty
with this bamboo back-scratcher. Alan Ginsberg put a
in a poem once, and now Iíve done it too. I am a friend to
fortune any day,
a friend to anything that shines out there beyond the corner of
and friend to what may come out of the blue. I am friend to all
I am a friend to the late afternoon light and have dedicated
to the company of quiet sighs. I am friend to those faded
with mildew-speckled hems. And Iíll be friends I promise you,
with a pan of small potatoes in the kitchen. Theyíre waiting for
salty, cool and white in patient water.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Annie Fisher would
be pleased to hear them.