After the Storm, the Moon Rises

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Monday Morning Musings:

“Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only?”

–Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

“Every time I sing this song, I hope it’s the last time.”

–Lisa Petersen and Denis O’Hare, An Iliad

 

After the storm, the moon rises

humming fiercely in the winter sky.

Do you hear her music—

urging, warning, comforting?

Cold, but bright, shimmering

ever-present

reflecting all our ifs

back to us,

and in shadows and dreams,

we sometimes understand.

 

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It is the season of joy and sorrow

of unexpected gifts

and the kindness of strangers

of carols and bells

and hypocritical politicians

 

It is the season of rain and snow

of a full moon setting as the sun rises

of comfort food and warm clothing—and cats–

of a flock of turkeys that suddenly appear

and disappear

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like my mother’s thoughts and memories

delusions and dreams

shadows of things that were

or might have been

things that never were or will be.

 

It is the season of my birth

perhaps a miracle of a sort,

considering the gap of years

between my older sister and myself?

A rapprochement between my parents

 

carrying on to the birth of my younger sister

two years later?

I guess I’ll never know,

and does it matter?

I am here.

 

And so, we celebrate

a weekend with food and wine—

we watch Mrs. Maisel.

We walk in the city

decorated with Christmas lights

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We are reminded of things that were

of things that might be

We are reminded, too, that there is more

in the world

than what we can see

 

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Though The Poet is doomed perhaps

to sing her song of war

over and over and over again–

“Do you see?” she asks us.

We do.

 

We see the rage, the endless killing

over what?

A woman?  A piece of land?

We hear the lies.

We see the man rallying his base–

 

evil, madness, pestilence–

Marley’s chains rattle and clank.

The spirits appear

over and over again . . .

 

and yet . . .magic exists all around us

in birdsong, the moon, the stars,

a baby’s laugh,

a deer appearing in the woods,

sunrise, sunset–

 

Do you see?

Look.

Listen.

Sing the songs of joy and peace–

dream.

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I had a wonderful birthday weekend. We watched several episodes of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, ate Thai Curry Mussels at Monk’s Cafe in Philadelphia, saw a wonderful one-man performance of A Christmas Carol (Lantern Theater Company), saw a performance of An Iliad, (Arden Theater Company), a mostly one-woman show (along with a musician), a glass of wine at Pinot Boutique in Old City. Followed by Chinese food, more Mrs. Maisel, and my own flourless chocolate cake (The Oracle told me to eat cake!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

35 thoughts on “After the Storm, the Moon Rises

  1. Without even really mentioning the season you capture something uniquely Christmas festive with this. It’s one of those things that keeps coming around, like wars and warnings, I suppose.
    What’s this new thing of the Oracle’s telling us what we should and shouldn’t eat?

  2. Wow, what a great birthday! Now, these lines are a bit bittersweet: “I guess I’ll never know, / and does it matter? / I am here.” My sisters are 10 and 8 years older than my brother, 13 and 11 years older than me. i once asked my mom if she had planned things that way, having me and my brother later when my sisters would be old enough to help. She said she had planned on either me or my brother “showing up.” While I appreciated her honesty, I pretty much regretted having asked 😉 Fortunately, it no longer matters. We–you and I–are here and making the most of every moment. That’s what counts. ❤

  3. I love your cake! (And your smiling face)
    And I love your imaginings about your parents.
    You capture the light of the season we are all hanging on to in order to keep on. (K)

    • Thank you, Kerfe. I had a lovely and fun birthday weekend–and I baked that flourless chocolate cake for myself, and it was good. My husband bought me some coffee ice cream to go with it. 🙂

  4. Here’s an intriguing thought – If not for that one night, we would not exist, at least as we are. And how would things be if it was another night (or day)? Would we be any different?

  5. Beautifully penned down the whirlwind of emotions going on in your mind, alongwith the juxtaposition of the season, as you celebrate your Birthday..!!
    Belated Birthday Wishes to you.. 🙂 Wishing you a great year ahead..!!

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