It's Still Life

[Note: This is the last post for the April Poem-a-Day Challenge and NaPoWriMo]

To Boldly Go

I’m making creamed tuna on toast for dinner, which involves stirring and staring into a pot, so I interrupt the tedium of it all with idle chitchat, which I know he’ll listen to with one deaf ear.

Did you know that Dali thought he was the reincarnation of his dead brother, I say, and I heard on the radio that Carlo Rovelli is the next Stephen Hawking, maybe he’s reincarnated too.

I have his attention, and he says, That wouldn’t work because Rovelli and Hawking were alive at the same time.

And I stir the pot again and say, I’m sure Hawking figured out how to do that before he died. Didn’t someone believe that there were parellel universes, you know, like worlds existing side by side.

He hates science fiction, and I wonder what he’ll say to that, and he says, I think that was a Star Trek episode where Kirk was in an endless battle with some lunatic determined to kill him.

And I stir the bechemel sauce without saying much more because he’s pretty much killed the conversation right there.

It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.