I live with my husband, three children and two orange cats in Buffalo, NY where I teach creative writing and composition at Erie Community College. When I'm not running, I'm writing. My poems have appeared in The Healing Muse, Rockhurst Review and Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine. My two chapbooks include My Daughter Wears Her Evil Eye to School (The Writer's Den, 2015) and Chamber Music (Finishing Line Press, 2013).
Heaven Is a Luau under a White Tent by the Little Lake
I found myself in heaven last Saturday night
at a reunion where the same friends bantered
happy and polite until someone started
pulling the pork out of someone else’s sandwich,
another ate cheesecake with his hands.
Some rode canoes on the calm lake;
others raced along the shore. No one tipped over.
The same clock tower chiming the hour,
all the leaves full-throttle green.
Our retired college president posed for pictures,
kissing us on the cheek. His English accent, the same.
It didn’t matter if you exchanged a ponytail
for a buzz cut or an engineering degree
to be a stay-at-home mother.
Everyone at their core, the same —
Big Red blood coursing our veins.
We danced in a conga line to a 9-piece band,
cheeks rosy, blouses and dress shirts
sticking to our backs with sweat,
hoping a sweet song would outlast
the tiki torches glistening off the water.
©2016 Lisa Wiley