Monday Morning Musings:
I dream of eagles
soaring high, circling in the cerulean sky
over the rippling river, rushing
away from life’s ferocious frosts and fevers,
the fripperies, the vain vagaries of the villain
the anxiety, angst, and annoyances of the now.
The forests moan,
the seas seethe,
we mourn mothers, grandmothers—
and wisdom withered, lost forever,
but passed along
are rituals, even as new ones
are created in novel circumstances–
in strange new worlds
we recreate, renovate, and originate—
old and new combine, migrants
citizens of settled worlds. No need
to fly south, or north, east, west—
until the predators come, once again.
Still, the sun rises, rousing us with repeated rhythms,
the familiar and the strange merge in each day,
a deer leaps over a fence in front of you,
a flower blooms where there was nothing the day before,
the geese honk, rise in synchronized rhythm,
to settle, sailing further down the river, both seeming endless,
and over them, the eagles soar, sharp-clawed, fierce,
but mated for life, dancing in the air,
the way we can only dream of,
and yet, I’m rooted
like the giant oak, my branches spread wide, sheltering
my dreams and memories
that fall, scattered
like acorns, perhaps carried to new places,
to grow and live again.
It’s been a strange week or so—or perhaps a strange few months. Last week began with the anniversary of my mom’s birth. Everything is so unsettled. We never gave her a real memorial, but I did bake a chocolate cake (her favorite), and we had a virtual dinner with our daughters with a meal I thought she would have liked, lasagna, garlic bread, and good bottle of wine I’d been saving.
We had days that went from sun to storms, sometimes within a few minutes. Then yesterday, the weather was absolutely beautiful, and my mood was much better, too. We went to Hillcreek Farm, where they opened a wine garden—reservations required to limit the number of people, and the servers were masked, as were we when we left the table.
I can’t get the spacing right, and I can’t spend any more time on this today. Sorry!