04-15-2022, 05:35 AM
The Happy Time
Deep in dark days of nineteen-forty-two
U-boat commanders lurking off our coast
had what they called “The Happy Time” in view
with no resistance, sinkings were their boast.
Long after that, but also long ago
I tasted sushi first from floating boats
at Isobuni in San Francisco–
we didn’t sink, but emptied all that floats.
A golden time when we all had success
in our professional and social spheres
that feast of sushi marked the peak, no less,
of friendship, harmony, and bright careers.
Now one of us has died, and one’s gone mad
and one writes poetry of joys we had.
Deep in dark days of nineteen-forty-two
U-boat commanders lurking off our coast
had what they called “The Happy Time” in view
with no resistance, sinkings were their boast.
Long after that, but also long ago
I tasted sushi first from floating boats
at Isobuni in San Francisco–
we didn’t sink, but emptied all that floats.
A golden time when we all had success
in our professional and social spheres
that feast of sushi marked the peak, no less,
of friendship, harmony, and bright careers.
Now one of us has died, and one’s gone mad
and one writes poetry of joys we had.
Non-practicing atheist