May 4: "Star Wars" Poem, Book, "Dagobah Meditation"

So, I've only written one Star Wars poem in my life.  I had this idea many years ago of writing an entire book of Star Wars poems.  The poem below was supposed to be the start of the project.  Wrote it.  Never returned to the idea.  I got sidetracked by Bigfoot.  I may return to the idea in the future.

For now, this May the Fourth, Saint Marty has this little meditation . . .

Dagobah Meditation

by:  Martin Achatz

Yoda sends Luke into that place
of swamp and root and snake,
a test to see if he can face
truth, stare it down without
wanting to saw it in half
with light.  Sometimes darkness
breathes like a volcano, looks
like your father, wrecked
by loss.  What force can keep
a man moving when the woman
he’s loved for 62 years can’t
remember the song they danced
to on their wedding day?
He rises at 2 a.m., clamps on a mask,
searches the galaxies
for rebel moons and ice planets,
outposts where memories hole
up to fight a losing battle.
Luke fails his test, lets
himself be pulled into
the gravity of his dad’s collapsing
star.  There is no noise when love
dies.  It just slips away, winks
out, its final light reaching you
years after it’s gone.

June 28: Caramel Puffcorn, Roasted Vegetables, Book, and Movie

Well, it is late afternoon, and the members of my book club will be descending on my home in a couple hours.  My wife is cooking the caramel puffcorn as we speak.  The pop is in the fridge (Diet Coke, Diet Mountain Dew, and Diet Vernors).  One of the ladies is bringing roasted vegetables.  Another of the ladies is bringing crock pot brownies (don't ask--I have no idea).  I ordered the DVD last week, and it arrived on Tuesday.  The house is clean, and the air conditioner is ready to go.

Now, all I have to do is finish the book.  No problem.  I'm almost done with it.  Not that any of you really give a crap.  You all probably have much more exciting lives than I do.  You're all going out for yacht rides tonight.  Or to the movies to see a special preview of Dark Night Rising with the director Christopher Nolan and star Christian Bale.  Or on a flight to Milan for a pizza dinner.  I know my life is pedestrian or uninteresting.  I don't care.

I like pedestrian.  I like uninteresting.  I like roasted vegetables.  I like caramel puffcorn.  I like brownies (the crock pot thing is pushing the envelope).  And I like the Michaels (Chabon and Douglas).

Saint Marty is looking forward to a completely ordinary evening.

This is where I live