April Is (a tumblr posting a poem a day for the month of April, National Poetry month).
Last Friday I thought about posting something for Bill, but I got distracted and didn't. Today I was looking at the poem a day poems and saw that the one below was posted on Friday, Bill's birthday. Freaky shit.
Happy belated birthday Bill. Your life is still a reminder to be as joyful and ridiculous as I can be.
My Dead Friends
I have begun,
when I’m weary and can’t decide an answer to a bewildering question
to ask my dead friends for their opinion
and the answer is often immediate and clear.
Should I take the job? Move to the city? Should I try to conceive a child
in my middle age?
They stand in unison shaking their heads and smiling—whatever leads
to joy, they always answer,
to more life and less worry. I look into the vase where Billy’s ashes were —
it’s green in there, a green vase,
and I ask Billy if I should return the difficult phone call, and he says, yes.
Billy’s already gone through the frightening door,
whatever he says I’ll do.
- Marie Howe