Suspender Cycle - I

For my birthday, my little sister sent me a fez, a bow tie, and a pair of suspenders - a reference to the fantastic t.v. show Doctor Who.  While wearing the suspenders around campus, I discovered it can be quite a whimsical activity, and three poems were born.


One of the great joys of life,

so I have discovered,

is to walk around in public

while wearing suspenders.

Each person you pass

looks you in the eyes,

or not,

and returns your smile,

or not,

and you think

with glee,
I am wearing

suspenders.

The pleasure is doubled

if you are wearing 

a sweatshirt

and the people you pass 

cannot detect 

by what means

your pants stay aloft.

I am wearing suspenders,

and no one suspects

a thing.

Perhaps this is a thinly

veiled metaphor for humanity –

we all have something

holding us up,

and it’s not always visible

to the naked eye.

I guess I could say,

therefore,

that suspenders are 

a lot like God.

But that would be silly.

Suspenders keep your pants up.