Rituals & Immortality

 
He always set up coffee
    for the next day,
 
As though insuring
    another day,
 
Or the coffee would be
    wasted.
 
He remembered his
    friend, Philippe,
 
Declaiming about Descartes’
    famous axiom
 
As they skipped along
    Toronto streets,
 
“It has a corollary —
    ‘If you know, you are alive’.
 
It’s a kind of immortality,
    no?”
 
Once again, the memory
    stirred his thoughts
 
As he held his hot,
    steaming cup of life.
 
 
    The image is a detail from
    the portrait of Rene Descartes
    by Frans Hals (Statens Museum
    for Kunst, Copenhagen).
 

Barnaby’s Thistle

As he walked,
   his hand touched
   a beautiful flower
   and bled.
 
He saw St. Barnaby’s thistle,
   and wondered if
   Barnabas had ever brushed
   against his namesake,
 
And, if so,
   was he
   divinely protected
   from the golden needles?
 
His hand began to itch and
   he thought of Barnabas
   who argued with his mentor
   and was slowly forgotten.
 
In his obscurity,
   did the saint ever ponder
   yellow flowers as these
   with crowns of thorns?