The Life Force of Clouds
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Andrew Hubbard brings you a collection of poems from all avenues of life.
He writes about what everyone feels, thinks, and lives. His words are sometimes morose, sometimes rueful, and sometimes bittersweet.
Hubbard pours his lifetime experience into his poems, touching your heart and your thoughts.
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The Life Force of Clouds - Andrew Hubbard
The Life Force of Clouds
Poems by
Andrew Hubbard
Scarlet Leaf
2022
© 2022 by ANDREW HUBBARD
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, with the exception of a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a newspaper, magazine or journal.
Scarlet Leaf
Toronto, Canada
This book is dedicated to all the people, real and imaginary, who have told their story in these pages, and to my family, and xxxx.
Table of Contents
The Life Force of Clouds
The Locals
The Gnome of Nashville
Apples
From the Past
Winter Rain
The Family Ghost
Granny Neauville
Look on the Bright Side
Scraping By
Titanic
Long Time Passing
Camping Trip
Family Matters
Deep in a Rut
Easter Parade
Disconsolate Child
Lying Awake
Geometry
Double Thump
On Turning Sixty
Satisfaction
Raking Autumn Leaves
Paying the Price
Two Families
Heat Lightning
The House on the Hill
Belinda’s Home
The Dollar Store Shoplifter
Centering
Houseplants
For Your Service
Revenge
Turn Down the Lights
Passing the Baton
Indecision
After the Storm
Looking in the Mirror
Out of Nowhere
Benson’s Bridge
Spanish One
Wit’s End
Officer Thompson
Sharing the Bathroom
The Owl Thing
Raggedy Ann
Barbie Meets Raggedy Ann
Pier Fishing
Another Ghost
Looking Back
Cold and Patient
Frank’s Story
Loneliness
Encircled
Coming to Terms
Turning Tide
Wolf Eyes
Moonrise
Aftermath
Running Aground
Bittersweet
Vacation
The Hot Bath
The Gin Mill
Final Grace
Grace Beyond
Leaves
Prize Cat
There You Are
In the Fishtank
Almost Halloween
Prayer
Still in the Game
Winter Afternoon
The Ghost of my Father
Snow Globe
Easy Work
My Grand Daughter
Long Drive
Daisy Prophet
Lost in the Woods
Erratic
Poet’s Bio
The Life Force of Clouds
I TRUST MY DOG’S SENSITIVITY
More than my own,
And when he thinks
The dark, turbulent fall clouds
Need to be stared at,
I stare at them too.
What a pair we would make
If there were anyone to see us:
The giant malamute and me
In our autumn coats
On a rocky hillside
Sitting side by side
Wind ruffled, muzzles to the sky,
Intent on the streaming shapeshifters
As they pass our field of vision
Perhaps oblivious to us,
Perhaps not.
They have a cycle, perfected,
Of rolling overhead with their fellows,
Coming together, growing, falling,
Tasting the earth, rising in joy
To begin again.
Don’t tell me they have done this
A million times without learning
The meaning of their brotherhood,
The meaning of their cycle.
Of course, they have learned—
How could they not?
If I were a betting man
I’d say they know their cycle
Better than we know ours.
And I’d lay money they’re willing
To share their wisdom.
In fact, I think they try to
In their way, mostly by example.
The challenge is...
We have to do our part.
The Locals
THE BUM AHEAD OF ME at checkout
Has tattered pants, a scruffy white beard
And a torn, Gandhi T-shirt.
Poor guy,
I say to the clerk.
Not really,
she replies—
Twenty-eight years with the symphony,
First cello. Now he raises prize chickens,
Takes first in the state every year."
I say to myself, as I have
So often since I moved here,
"Damn. If I missed that
What else have I missed?"
The answer is not long in coming.
Next stop: the post office.
The trailer-trash woman ahead of me
Has a gray ponytail hanging below her waist
When she finishes her transaction
She doesn’t say, thank you,
She says, Namaste.
Fooled again.
I whisper to myself,
Everybody here is cooler than me,
And chuckle, and think
Of my wife’s excellent advice,
Don’t you go being a judger.
The Gnome of Nashville
IT WAS A PERFECT, STILL, mild summer night
With an almost full moon just up
Behind the village gazebo
Where a ragtag bunch of men and women
In bib overalls, with more energy than teeth
Are sawing away on some down-home music.
Lincoln Center – South
I whisper to myself.
The little old guy beside me on the sidewalk
Looks exactly like a garden gnome brought to life.
He is so cheery, tubby, and old, I say to him,
Kind of hillbilly-trash Americana, right?
He chuckles kindly and says,
De gustibus non disputandem.
I say, What? What did you say?
He chuckles more and says, "It translates roughly,
‘No point arguing over matters of taste.’
Today, in America, we’d say,
‘Different strokes for different folks,’
But I think the Latin is so much more beautiful,
Don’t you?"
STILL CHUCKLING, HE wanders off down the sidewalk
Tapping his feet and combing his beard with his fingers.
I look after him and say to myself feebly,
I don’t think I’ll ever talk to a stranger again.
Apples
I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING as beautiful
As fresh apple blossoms drinking sunshine.
When they brown and blow
To the ground with a final gasp
I think I die a tiny bit.
But there are so many things
That need a little death
To light their fuse,
And after apple blossoms
The apples take their turn,
Pale at first, and small as cherries
They bulge and glow, and bulge again.
They glisten in their ecstasy
And weigh the tree limbs low.
They plead for us to pick them,
And we oblige, with care,
And a little reverence
Because apples are happiness.
They tell us so when we touch them.
And after the blossoms,
After the apples,
Then what happens?
Don’t ask—it’s not gentle.
Apples are happiness.
That’s all you need to know.
From the Past
New Harbor, Maine
MY GIRLFRIENDS AND I walk in mild sunshine
Out the long wooden pier
Under the seagull cries
To the slightly kitschy restaurant.
You sit at long wooden benches
Where you can watch the cooks
And they bring your clams and lobster
On sheets of butcher paper
With rolls of paper towels
And enough melted butter
For an instant