By Ken Chen
passing this time alone
with your father, how bright his golden laugh
which drew you to laugh yourself uncontrolled,
how sweet the happy hour oysters you two pry and eat,
piling wobbling shells that glisten on the table
while the pianist plays by the kitchen doors.
You find yourself reminded of what you wrote
in the eulogy: that you two would still possess
a relationship even though
he was dead, that you could still
go and speak with him
when you dreamed
and so you see the seat opposite from you seats no one.
It rained nearly all day Wednesday -- I believe we're still under a flood watch -- so I did not get a lot of fresh air, and in the evening the warmer rain falling on the remaining snow created a lot of fog, like the night before. I did a bunch of work and had a bunch of cats on me, particularly while watching "Basics Part 2," the Voyager episode I need to review.
Angela and her sister Katie came over in the evening to watch the Fassbender-Cotillard Macbeth which is now out on DVD in the UK though it's not out in the US till March. It's still terrific and it was great to see them -- hopefully my cats' sneak attacks did not scare them off! Then we watched some first season Bones, which we are enjoying. Flowers at Brookside: