Tim Suermondt – Two Poems
The Coming and the Going
This morning I see the sun,
that’s been AWOL for days,
slowly making its reappearance
and the rain drops on the windows
are already starting to melt.
As I gather the instruments
for my breakfast, it dawns on me
that this type of precision is precisely
what medical schools would want
from their students—future skilled surgeons,
don’t ever forget the heart.
The coffee smells like the outskirts
of my paradise and I’m ready for the day,
or not—coming or going.
The Tram Turns Onto the Last Street
………………………………………………… for PK
Going from sunlight into sunlight
on the tracks of generations.
The world is old, the world is new.
A dog bites at the skirt
of a schoolgirl crossing the road,
a girl who will grow up
to be famous and much beloved
(some of us will always be remembered.)
The world is old, the world is new
and there’s no time, except time—
even, brightly, on the other side.