Neeli Cherkovski is 75
Somewhere among the redwoods
in the Santa Cruz Mountains
7/1/2020
Today is Neeli Cherkovski’s birthday
He turned 75 today
I’m writing a poem about it
Nobody can stop me
The family is asleep
The cat, settling down
The stars have even turned in
To keep me
From wandering out
Sixth night of vacation
Five more to go
In the Santa Cruz Mountains
Family sheltering in place
Away from the City
Went to bed on the regular
Kept track of the date
But not much more
2020, a pretty shitty year
For a birthday
And for everything else
But that’s not Neeli’s fault
Goodness, no
He didn’t do anything wrong
Others did
Like the President
And the police
Showing us how they take a knee
The police fuck everything up
Just go away
What will we do without you?
We’ll read
We’ll write
We’ll listen
To poetry
To solve our problems
Everything I needed to know
About how to defund the police
I learned from the poets
In the place of each toppled statue
A thousand poets in its place
Town by town
City by city
State by state
They are coming down
Columbus finally got the hook
At the top of Coit Tower
An inside job
By the City
To prevent the spectacle
Of watching him dethroned
Dragged down Telegraph Hill
By the people
Down Columbus Ave
(I see a name change
In its immediate future in 3-2-1…)
And tossed into the sea
From whence he came
Denying the people
This catharsis
They did the math
Headed to Golden Gate Park
Knocked them down
Tilled the earth with bronze
I keep checking my phone
And my email
Waiting for the calls from the media
What does the Urban Forester
Think about all this?
Replace them all with trees
From San Francisco to Richmond, Virginia
No, Neeli didn’t do anything wrong
He’s not on trial here
It’s his 75th birthday
He showed more than kindness
To Bob Kaufman
He gave him shelter
He gave him more than most
And writing this poem
Won’t put me there
With everyone
In the Harwood alley kitchen
But reading Raymond Foye’s words
In the Gagosian Quarterly
Will do just fine
When I wake
Tomorrow
And my wife asks me
How it went
And our daughter asks
How what went?
And I gently remind her
That I was planning to write
A poem
To honor poet Neeli Cherkovski
On his 75th birthday
After I got her to bed
That some of her
Memories of 2020
Many that have caused her
To experience anxiety at age 9
Will be tempered
With recollections
Of her father
Intent to honor a great poet
After getting her to bed
Tomorrow I will tell
Them both
It went very well
I became angry at the police
I shouted at the monuments
I spat upon the President
That my phone did not ring
But for every image
Of a monument taking a digger
A thousand poets will be born
Trees planted in their place
I’ll tell them I didn’t have a dream
That I acted on my passions
This year
That I offered to buy and send copies
Of Neeli’s ‘Elegy for My Beat Generation’
To the first five who commented
On my post on his wall
And mailed them to
Bolinas, Salt Lake City, Iowa City,
The Netherlands and Kosovo
I’ll say I had a dream that
I was in the Harwood alley kitchen
Sitting there
Listening to Neeli,
Talk with Bob & Ray,
And that I brought the Budweiser
Thank you for the trees Neeli,
And the birds,
And the 2nd story view
Out your kitchen window
To the poet’s rear yard
Over a garden so lush
Thanks for spending
The time
To share a glass of wine
It cost nothing
But it built community
I thought of you today
I thought of you at times,
All week
I brought a few of your volumes
In my bag,
And for your birthday today
I thought of you
Sitting for a morning coffee
At your kitchen table
Maybe checking the news on your phone
Taking a quick look at email
But really just watching for birds
Scanning the light
Standing to look down into the dark
Now it is time again
For you to write
And you move
To the front of the house
Thank you for your words
They are available to all of us
Anyone can try
To sting them together
(intended “string” but “sting”
Even better)
Like Scrabble
Just like anyone
Can grab some paints
And take a shot at the ceiling
In the Sistine Chapel
Not everyone should be the President
Not everyone should be a police officer
(I say replace both statues & police with trees -
It will calm everyone down)
But everyone should be a poet
And a few should be great poets
I need to thank you for more
Thank just the trees and the birds,
For putting words
To pain and suffering
To joy too
When the poets rescue 2020
Next year, or maybe the year after
At the start of your birthday
Families will comment at breakfast
The parents will,
Unless their high schoolers
Beat them to it:
“Oh hey, it’s poet Neeli Cherkovski’s
Birthday today”
While we wait for that to happen
I’ll start tomorrow
When my wife asks
How it went
And our daughter asks
How what went?
And I tell her that I wrote
A poem after she fell asleep
To honor a poet on his 75th birthday