Eternity Poem by James Lee Jobe

Charlie, sunrise is a three-legged mongrel dog,
going deaf, already blind in one eye,
answering to the unlikely name, 'Lucky.'

The sky, at gray-blue dawn, is a football field painted
by smiling artists. Each artist has 3 arms,3 hands,3 legs.
One leg drags behind, leaving a trail, leaving a mark.

The future resembles a cloudy dream
where the ghosts of all your life
try to tell you something, but what?

Noon is a plate of mashed potatoes and gravy.
Midnight is an ugly chipped plate
that you only use when you are alone.

Sunset is a wise cat who ignores you
even when you are offering food; her conception
of what life is, or isn't, far exceeds our own.

This moment is a desert at midnight,
the hunting moon is full, and owls
fly through a cloudless sky.

The past is a winding, green river valley
deep between pine covered ridges;
what can you make of that?

Night is a secret plant growing inky black against the sky.
When this plant's life is over, then day returns
like a drunken husband who stayed out until breakfast.

A smile is a quick glimpse at the pretty face of hope.
Hope's face is framed by the beautiful night sky.
Hope's face is framed by the gray-blue dawn.

This is your life, these seconds and years
are the music for your only dance. Charlie,
This is the eternity that you get to know.