Morning Afternoon Musings:
“She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.”
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening
“Now it was only the rivers
that spoke of the rivers,
and only the wind that spoke of its bees,
while the unpausing factual buds of the fruit trees
continued to move toward their fruit.”
I wander, silent–
a clumsy human, my footsteps
warn frogs, birds, deer—
gone in a flash
the facts—they are dangerous—we are
shadows, looming, long-legged,
over fields and ponds.
But if fearful to raise my voice,
the wind and water are not
afraid. They whisper delicately,
or rage in thunderous tones
proclaiming the facts–
we are, they are, here.
We look for constants
the rising of the sun
the humming of the moon,
the wildflowers that magically appear,
amidst the mud and weeds–
not always heard, yet echoing,
waiting for cracks in foundations.
A fact, buried, as we move through time,
there is always light, somewhere,
and so, I wander, seeking it, and dream
of it, of you, of awakening
the songs we carry from the stars
connecting all living things,
a truth reflected a thousand times,
even as it emerges from a black hole, shining.
A very late Musings today. I’m trying to finish projects, while feeling that I can’t focus. On Saturday night, we watched the streamed production of the Wilma Theater’s Kill Move Paradise,a play we had seen in the theater. Of course it’s not quite the experience as seeing it live, but it is a good play that gave us much to discuss. I wrote about it here. It is available for another week for an any amount donation to BLM Philadelphia.
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