Monday Morning Musings:
“The idea,” she said, “is that in a dream a person might be able control events. And I thought how much better I’d like it if there were such a thing as lucid living. Much better to control what happens in life than what happens in your dreams.”
–Nina De Gramont, The Christie Affair, p. 53.
“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
–Dylan Thomas, “Do not go gentle into that good night”
We’re settled in the confluence
of sorrow and remembrance,
barely makes the news,
the politicians spin, backpedal,
attempt wheelies to distract–
because there’s no logic,
no reason for children to be killed.
Today we remember the soldiers
who gave their lives—but how much
better if these were ancient
memorials, war a foreign concept.
But none are safe,
no one is immortal.
Plagues, guns, chance, and choice
everything gone in a second.
I hold my loved ones close,
say I love you,
bake bread and cakes
drink wine, cherish the day, family, and friends,
I cuddle my cat,
smile at puppies, kittens, baby birds–
knowing I can’t control, except in a dream,
in the cycles of sunshine and storms,
the predawn choir and the bats at dusk,
that I could translate and circulate this—
the light, tree memories, crow wisdom,
we’re settled, resigned,
but I will see the beauty
and rage against the dying of the light.
Today is Memorial Day. Yesterday we went to Auburn Road Vineyard with our daughter, son-in-law, and one of their dogs. It was a gorgeous day to sit outside and enjoy wine and pizza. I’m having leftover pizza for lunch. I’m about three quarters of the way through The Christie Affair, a novel that takes place during Agatha Christie’s famous disappearance, as told by her husband’s mistress. I’m enjoying it very much.