Monday Morning Musings:
From whistling space
dust swirls and burns
glowing
singing
lighting the universe
reaching shores,
then, like tides
sweeping back to the sea
tumbling again and again
in a wave
a new formation
a new song
a new life born
an old life lived
connected
eternal
We go to the movies
a ghost in a white sheet
views his life
rooted to a place, a home,
a place always there and not
time moves differently for him
and for us, in watching him watching
beautiful, sad, but perhaps hopeful, too
(open to interpretation)
there is much for us to discuss
over coffee, of course,
and as we walk through a city
filled with old and new
observing how the seasons alters its look
summer flowers making everything bright and beautiful
the city changes over time
here was once a creek
that grew filthy with waste
a sewer
covered now by grass and trees
bucolic space in urban expanse
expansive thoughts arose here, too
made a nation
bodies buried now
yet ghosts still walk among us
paths that bend in time
we hear their voices whistling in the wind
in the space around us
feel their ideas
(legacies)
ebb and flow
the things they left behind
We take my mom on an outing
away from city ghosts
though they linger in memory,
she talks of her parents
her mother sewed piecework for a time
during the Great Depression
her father was upset that his wife went to work
But she worked in their store, didnβt she?
Yes, but that was different, she says and laughs
her brother, my baby brother, I miss him, she says
he was an active child
always falling out of thingsβthe carriage, his crib–
he fell out of my momβs bed once
she was supposed to be watching him
he bumped his head on the radiator,
she never told her mom
but, I guess it didnβt hurt him
he lived a good life,
though it ended before my momβs
and now we share the memory of him,
a ghost living in our hearts
We sit drinking wine, overlooking the vineyard
itβs a beautiful day
we watch families
children playing with a beach ball on the grass
hawks flying overhead
we sit discussing the past and the future
our conversation ebbs and flows
thoughts linger, pauseβ
and float up into space
We eat Pakistani food at my daughter and son-in-lawβs house
their dog chases creatures, real and imaginary
birds whistle and sing,
echoing us,
or do we echo them?
We sit with greenery all around us
then eat cupcakes that look like flowers
(summertime)
I wonder about the people who used to live in this house
and what was it before them–
Field? Farm?
And before that?
Did native Americans walk here
in migrations that followed the seasons
circling round, year after year
ghosts walking among us
watching us
rooted to this spot
waiting for something or someone
waiting for a sign,
a message,
a whistle perhaps
a thought that has floated up
swept up in time
and brought back down again
lighting the universe
We saw the movie A Ghost Story.Β Trailer here.Β Β I think it’s a movie that people will either love or hate. Itβs a definite Merril movie, but my husband loved it, too.
We drank coffee at Customs Coffee House at 2nd and Chestnut, Philadelphia,
went to Sharrott Winery Β
And ate Pakistani food from Mera Khana RestaurantΒ Β I could eat those vegetable samosas every day!
I enjoyed this, Merril.
I’ve been thinking about legacy, lately, wondering how much, or how little, it really means. I guess it comes down to the values of those who survive.
Thank you, Ken.
Yes, I guess it’s something we think about more as we get older. And yes, too, does it matter?
Crepe Myrtles!
I was hoping you’d see them! You’re welcome. π
I love your musings, the arc they take. I like this reflection on memories, personal and societal.
Thank you very much, Sarah! π
I had to laugh at the “no hipsters” sign…my daughter might have made that!
I always love how you bring the generations together, the memories filtering the present with the past.
And those cupcakes! (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. That coffee place has other handwritten signs inside, too, but the no hipsters made me laugh. There was a lot going on that day, too–lots of tourists and also a small protest across the street (for health care).
My younger daughter decided recently to teach herself how to do cake decorating. I’m impressed. π
How wonderful, all the thoughts and feelings you express. Your mother must be thrilled to have you all close by.
Thank you so much, Cindy.
Yes, it’s good that we’re not too far away from my mom, and of course, I’m happy that one of my daughters is not too far away, too! π
Now who is that hottie with the pink phone showing shock or surprise? And all that sparkly food and wine. You do your mother proud – and daughters too.
Internet connection spotty here in Canada. I must close before I whine.
Thank you, Marian.
It seems that you are having a wonderful trip–spotty Internet or not.
Great family photos — the one with you, your daughter, and mom is an amazing and sweet capture. Ah, such fun and silliness between you and your husband. I’m not sure I’ll enjoy that ghost movie, though — friends have said it’s very, very slow. You both loved it, though, huh?
Thank you, Rose. My mom was so happy to be sitting outside on a beautiful day.
Even I thought the first twenty minutes or so were slow, but we both did love the movie. It’s definitely not a movie that everyone will love though. If you usually agree with your friends on movies, then you will probably think this one is too slow, too. π
It looked like a lovely day. I’ll wait for the movie to be released on Netflix. Thanks Merril π
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A great treatise on time
Thank you, Derrick.
I rather be in Philadelphia
Then anywhere else
As Sheldon Always
Thank you for stopping by, Sheldon.
Your welcome
I love to meet new people
Especially when they take
Pictures of Philadelphia
You see I’m a philly boy
What a beautiful poem, Merrild. I felt as though I’s entered a peaceful and timeless floating dream where each moment of time was a precious glimpse of life. Poignant and elegantly done. π
What a lovely comment! Thanks so much, D.
Merril β Floral cupcakes? Yes, please!
i so enjoy your keen observations Merril mingled with your word weaving as you muse along your merry way .. thank you!
Thank you for your lovely comment, Susan!
I wouldn’t mind spending a day with you. These cupcakes are amazing.
Thank you! My daughter decided to teach herself how to do cake decorating a few weeks ago. I actually made cookies–my mandelbrot–but I’ve included photos of them before. It was a fun day. Thank you for stopping by!
WHAT? She has a natural gift then. Lovely. She is a clever lass. x
Thank you, she is! π
May she make more x
I really like your family stories. π
It is funny that your mom didn’t report baby brother’s head accident, falling out of her bed. Babies are rather accident prone, though! Your photo of your mother, daughter and you, as well as time spent outdoors with summer activities all around just brought the happiest feeling over me. π
I see my own Mom over Labor Day weekend. It’s been awhile since my weeklong adventure of Independence Day! Time sure has been flying by. . .
Thank you, Robin. Some of the stories my mom tells about her brother are funny. He was so much younger, and at times he was definitely the annoying baby brother–especially if she had friends over. I’m glad this made you feel happy, and I’m sure you will have a wonderful visit with your mother. π
It would be great to see her more often and it is cool your mother has fun brother stories! I never had a sister so all I have are brother stories. Oh, brother! π
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