beckett

 by Bob Witz

1

beckett drifts like a cloud of fine rain

thru a landscape of blurred trees

and he enters the city

on a white horse

beckett is a great northern snowstorm

and everything is white and deep

and you can’t go anywhere

and you can’t do anything

and there’s nothing to do anyway

beckett is that snowdrift out there

the wind swirling the snow about

trees black in fields nearby

fences with prickly wire

sluggish cars on cleared roads

clear eyes and the sun pale

snowflakes drift slowly in the sky

2

the rain falls

he stands in a doorway

looking out

the rain is cold and blurring

3

beckett gets by although he

has lost interest in everything

4

this christmas

beckett didn’t give

and he didn’t get

he just sat in his room

looking straight ahead

and thinking

and smiling

5

In the movie theater

beckett was sleeping

snow was falling

and henry fonda was excited

and waving his arms

Bob Witz is the editor of Appearances Magazine. His work has appeared in Arts in Society, Art Forum, and all five of The Unbearables anthologies, among other venues. He is a visual artist who has been exhibited widely in New York City. He has a piece in the current show at Sideshow Gallery in Williamsburg.