ASPARAGUS SETACEUS

 ASPARAGUS SETACEUS


            [Poem in Karen’s Christmas Stocking]


IS NOT, is not, a stocking

stuffer, and it’s not a fern either,


even though Wilco

will make you think so.


It is related to the asparagus,

claimed also by the lily


family. Family stockings

hung on the fireplace make one


believe in socks hung empty

by a fire place during Advent.


It’s Christmas Eve, Karen

and my gifts for you, promise


nothing, they’re as useless

as ever. This uselessness


that makes me a beginner

is the gift inside the stocking--


no holes in these toes--

the beginner knows better


than those more knowing--

the beginner is always


beginning. You’re napping

and I’m online learning how


to care for a fern that is not

a fern, wispy in a window sill


or bathroom, liking light

and water, but not too much,


one from South Africa, now

all over the place. If I can


get this right, the plant goes

to the window sill. This poem


goes in the stocking

with all my searching love.


Love, Jim

Christmas Eve, 2024

20 DECEMBER 2024

 















20 DECEMBER 2024


        0130 Hours


Sensing she’s awake,

I ask her,

                    How are you doing?


I’m not sleeping. I’m OK.


I get up to pee.


My dry, scratchy eyes are good.

I’m learning how to take daily care,

morning and night.

I feel good in my eyes.


Take care for others. For her breath is for you.


First person pronouns to love her with.


How’s the right knee?

Better with less walking.


Freak occurrences and improbable coincidences.


Loose paragraphs half-attached


Breathing into the listening



Jim Bodeen

20 December 2024