When fall dips into the frozen places?
How do I fill the space between those temporary satisfactions,
Those amorous sauces, dripping from fragrant cedars?
How do I keep old reeking thoughts from sneaking into the intervals?
Do not think back to the bygone days of ho ho ho’s and turkeys,
Do not go charging in between the status and the quid pro quos,
Do not be trapped in that gnarled landscape,
Bitten away from the valves of life,
When life is sailing along in the straits,
When the winds sing out through the rigging,
When honey flows into the pantry loaves,
When today’s new ghosts haunt up the holds,
When the day is alive for the living,
Abandon your cares to the wind and the fates,
Abandon the helm to the life it creates,
William Glackens, American, 1870-1938, wash and graphite on paper:Fleet of Transports just before the start, Tampa Bay, June 13 1898--Prints and Photographs Division
LIbrary of Congress, Washington, D.C.