How difficult it is to love the stupid
in ourselves, not to mention the shortcomings
of others. Each time I stumble from
a pair of platform shoes, how clumsiness

surprises! I'm astonished -- even worse,
appalled -- every time a shiny SUV
insists on jumping out in front of me.
How slow I am to understand the obvious!

I'm going outside now to gather calla lilies.
How strange it might be if I still had the brains
of a twenty-something Ph.D.-in-training.
The red ones I've been growing. And memory,

what a laugh, stuck between experience
and precognition -- middle of a road
where no one wants to be. What a load
of magic beans that is. I mean, that is, disdain

for the middle of the road, not the precognition.
I know I won't remember what I said tomorrow.
Now I'm up a tree, climbed it with thorough
joie de vivre. Tell me, did you ever get the lilies?

C.J. Sage
C.J. SAGE's poems have appeared in numerous national and international publications including Verse Daily, The Threepenny Review, The Spoon River Poetry Review, Smartish Pace, The Seattle Review, The Red Rock Review, Light Quarterly, and many others. Her collection of poems is Let's Not Sleep (Dream Horse Press, 2002).  She has just edited a new poetry anthology, And We The Creatures: fifty-one contemporary American poets on animal rights and appreciation, featuring the work of such excellent poets as David Baker, Scott Cairns, Gregory Djanikian, Joseph Duemer, Stephen Dunn, Bob Hicok, Jane Hirshfield, Tina Kelley, Ted Kooser, Sarah Lindsay, Wesley McNair, Jane Mead, David Roderick, Diane Thiel, Chase Twichell, David Wagoner, and Charles Harper Webb. C. J. is also the producer of the weekly poetry program on Cupertino public radio.  This is her second appearance in The Adirondack Review.