BY RONALD JORGENSEN
XLVIII is a 13-line prose note that grew poetic. It was written before Super Bowl XLVIII:
What is the Super Bowl? No matter how
super, it’s still just bowl … and we want more,
the whole sphere from half to full, our globe
that holds us one, Broncos and Hawks, and all
the teeming travelers on spaceship earth —
this green and blue heaven our parched hearts
find thirst fulfilling, each teen and social of lassies
and lads, grands and parents, babies’ eyes
that pierce our disguises beyond hearts to the soul;
our friends, the majestic trees, we weep to see
abused, the seas our summer beaches awe,
our mountain summits, their shoulders splendidly rising;
our mystery of love, its tender reach
of hands holding us close, though knowing our future
is more than we can ever say or sing.
In gratitude we watch a Super Bowl …
a hawk, a horse, a moon that never sets
until we see
our fullness, freeness, truth and love to be.
Ronald Jorgensen, 77, has been writing since 1954 and has been a poet by 1962. He went to college at Washington State University, then did a year’of graduate study at Harvard. He lives in Enumclaw, where he teaches Tai Chi and yoga, listens to music and hikes near Mount Rainier.
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