Monday Morning Musings:
“Presentiment – is that long Shadow – on the Lawn –
Indicative that Suns go down –
The Notice to the startled Grass
That Darkness – is about to pass –“
–Emily Dickinson A brief analysis here.
“Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away”
–William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act I Scene 3
Startled? Yes, I’ll say.
Startled awake as the cell phone plays
keening beeps, an alert. I’m dazed
read, “Tornado Warning, Take Shelter.”
Did you see them?
The words on the screen?
Not a drill, no they mean
hurry now, no time to grab all the things,
no time for caffeine, keys, or rings
my body tired, but fired
I wake my husband, carry phone and one cat
down to the basement, there we sat
on a blanket by the stairs,
litter boxes nearby, but no chairs,
with bare feet, in PJs and tank shirt
waiting, (while the cats pee) but unhurt
by the storm. The radio announcer says,
this system’s killed people, he acknowledges
in the south, and I’m glad I heard this after
the all-clear, or my fear would have been greater.
(Were my clogged ears, a presentiment
of pressure dropping,
hmmm. . .are they’re popping?)
I think the rain is stopping
(at least for now).
and the birds are singing sweet and strong
glorious in their morning songs
telling the world that they are here,
announcing for now that all is clear.
I think of this past week in April
uncertain glory, each day
it seems, from bright to grey
shadows, sun, storms, each give way.
We went with friends into the city
We go on the train
(the forecast rain)
But when we arrived, the sky was bright
and the sun shone with April light
on flowers pink, white, yellow–
and mellow the temperature and breeze
softly stirring trees.
We sat outside, drank wine, ate cheese
feeling fine, and at ease,
wanting to hold this moment—please—
but we went
as the sky changed then–
and April rain fell again.
In more shadows and light,
we played with puppies, such a sight,
doggy kisses and wrestling moves
hard to resist, and it just proves
the bonds between animals,
the bonds between us and them
more sun, more clouds,
watching movies of zombies and spies,
surprises and lies,
in both we see people pretending to be some other
and we see others seeing what they want to see.
And I see presentiment—the long shadow–
but hope the clouds will pass,
we’ll come to our senses
before we suffer the consequences—
But for now, coffee, cats,
and later wine,
to sleep later,
perchance to dream—
of a beginning, not an end,
of love and caring and sharing
hope of this world—to mend.
Today’s prompt, Day 15, is “to write your own dramatic monologue.” I’m not sure that I’ve done that, but my Monday Musings are always sort of an internal monologue. . . The best I can do, since I’ve been awake since the tornado alert went off around 3:20 this morning.
Sorry, we haven’t been out to the movies in a few weeks, but we did watch two movies on Netflix. The Angel, trailer here, an Israeli-American film based on a true story of a spy. It was an interesting story,good, but not great. And we saw Cargo, (trailer here) an Australian zombie film–but wait, it’s not all that gory. It has a message about family, community, cross-cultural awareness, taking care of the earth, AND it has Martin Freeman. Again, not the greatest movie ever, but enjoyable, and I liked it.
I also read a spy book, American Spy by Lauren Wilkinson. Excellent. Here’s a review.