Deirdre Neilen, PhD: Sometimes people think poets must be such serious souls, working endlessly to craft the perfect line, no time for fun, but Syracuse poet Joan Cofrancesco, who has recently retired, shows us the exuberance and the delight that can come from following the poetic muse. Here is "The Poem That I Will be Remembered For":
My best poem will have ocean
right in the middle of it, ocean so cold and deep
with life my friend will leave behind
his scuba outfit and tell me, "Wear this when you
go in." My best poem
will have night in it, too, and all the stars
in the Eastern sky, and this immense body
of water shining for miles under a new moon.
My best poem will have a jacuzzi
and a shower for itself, skylights,
a phone by the faucet,
a soapdish made from a clamshell
picked from the beach an hour before breakfast.
There will be waves breaking in my best poem;
and a beach where ocean-soaked
shellfish will rise up, consuming one another.
Oh, my best poem will throw tides!
But there won't be any waterglasses in my best poem.
I'll take up drinking from the bottle.