Poem of the Week, by Carl Dennis

IMG_3760One of my best friends and I sat on my porch last night talking about how our lives might have been different. What if I’d made myself deal with that suicide instead of trying to escape the pain? What if she’d said yes to that job? What if I’d stayed in New England? What if we’d mothered our children differently?

Floating in the air of the summer porch, our empty plates on the table before us, was the sense of the lives we might have lived, the ghost ships that didn’t carry usBut we didn’t know then what we know now, she said, and I thought back to earlier in the evening, when she was talking about time, how time is a writer’s only real trick.

IMG_3761The God Who Loves You, by Carl Dennis

It must be troubli
ng for the god who loves you   
to ponder how much happier you’d be today  
had you been able to glimpse your many futures.
It must be painful for him to watch you on Friday evenings   
driving home from the office, content with your week—
three fine houses sold to deserving families—
knowing as he does exactly what would have happened   
had you gone to your second choice for college,   
knowing the roommate you’d have been allotted   
whose ardent opinions on painting and music   
would have kindled in you a lifelong passion.   
A life thirty points above the life you’re living   
on any scale of satisfaction. And every point   
a thorn in the side of the god who loves you.   
You don’t want that, a large-souled man like you
who tries to withhold from your wife the day’s disappointments   
so she can save her empathy for the children.   
And would you want this god to compare your wife   
with the woman you were destined to meet on the other campus?   
It hurts you to think of him ranking the conversation   
you’d have enjoyed over there higher in insight   
than the conversation you’re used to.
And think how this loving god would feel   
knowing that the man next in line for your wife   
would have pleased her more than you ever will   
even on your best days, when you really try.   
Can you sleep at night believing a god like that
is pacing his cloudy bedroom, harassed by alternatives   
you’re spared by ignorance? The difference between what is
and what could have been will remain alive for him   
even after you cease existing, after you catch a chill   
running out in the snow for the morning paper,
losing eleven years that the god who loves you   
will feel compelled to imagine scene by scene   
unless you come to the rescue by imagining him   
no wiser than you are, no god at all, only a friend   
no closer than the actual friend you made at college,
the one you haven’t written in months. Sit down tonight   
and write him about the life you can talk about   
with a claim to authority, the life you’ve witnessed,   
which for all you know is the life you’ve chosen.   
 
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2 comments

  1. Louise Castner · July 14, 2019

    wow, that’s a fantastic poem, as well as your intro & the card contents. Thanks so much for sharing with us. You are a fine curator of poems and ideas, all of which I have enjoyed quietly from afar for years now. Merci.

    —another Minneapolis reader and ponderer, Louisa Castner

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  2. alisonmcghee · July 14, 2019

    Louisa, what a beautiful note. Thank you so much! Makes me happy to know that you are out there reading and pondering the poems. XO

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