What a committee is
very much depends on where
and whom you ask, since it could be
a flower arranging committee
at a local church in Little Wallop,
or the Hellsing Production Committee,
or the Committee for Skeptical Inquiry,
or the Norwegian Nobel Committee,
or the People’s Committee of Siam,
or the Committee of Secret Correspondence,
and even the Committee of 300—
yet all I hear is
‘Come E.T.’.
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There are many orbs and sceptres,
but none can rival a doppelstöckiges Schüleretui
sent by Grandma from West Germany
for her poor little Kaziu in communist Poland
that made his classmates gasp in awe.
Perhaps that is why I remain unconcerned
about the latest iWhatever.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
As a humble word toiler, I never appreciate
the celestial knocker-upper waking me up earlier than usual,
yet today I lifted my eyelids in a somewhat brighter mood—
a spiritual shift or a simple fluke, I wonder.
There was nothing surprising in what came after:
the negligent ablutions, the changing of garments, a dash of yoga
after meditation on the throne, and the light breakfast preparation
to get the energy to read the young Bloomsberries.
There was also a pot of goulash that I had prepared
the previous evening and left to cool overnight so I could portion it
into heat-resistant glass containers and put in the freezer as dinners
for the whole week because I really hate cooking.
[then the hand on the keyboard froze for a while]
I’ve been able to give only a personal account
of the events that transpired that fine morning, but nonetheless
they will prove themselves worthy of the annals, if only for this
rather tottery verse, with one caveat, though—
I must ascend to the pantheon.
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