Monday Morning Musings:
“That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.”
–Walt Whitman, “Oh Me! Oh Life!”
“There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.”
–Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Time Long Past”
Months ago, in summer weather,
when temperatures were up,
I walked down,
and saw a watch
left on the stairway
of the parking garage,
(digital, no hands)
encircling the red railing, like a wrist.
Was it an object lost, then found?
Or a statement perhaps—we are time bound?
A metaphor, let me expound–
the passing of time
or of us passing while time stands still—
make of this what you will,
but I think of it still.
This has been a strange week
of ups and downs
in life and weather,
one day snow and one day spring
not knowing what the next will bring
the stock market rises and falls
the calls hidden behind the White House walls
(well, what isn’t Twittered
from a president who needs a babysitter!)
life seems so unstable
things I once took for granted,
now it’s arguments and views slanted.
On a cold morning,
I take the train into Philadelphia
the day after The Big Game
and though to me, sports are all the same
still, it’s good to see people happy
instead of being mean and snappy.
Walking in the cold
looking at the new and old
I’m anxious about a meeting,
but I feel joy in my heart,
as I suddenly notice, then stop—
to take photos of public art.
During this week of ups and downs
we look for papers to document my mother
(to prove she is not some other)
her existence in black and white upon a page
to prove—at this stage—
she is who she is.
She needs them for government services,
and we are filled with anxiety, nervousness
that we will not be able to prove she is who she is—
till we find them in a box
events dated, time stopped
on this day born
on this date married
documents of a life lived and varied,
while time is carried
through ninety-five years
of laughter and tears–
the ups and downs of joy and fears.
We go to a movie about verbal abuse and life,
men insulted, but they’ve lived in strife
and though one claims he does what he does
not for himself, but for his child and wife,
it is all about him
(as it always is,
women learn to live with this
the catcalls, the taunts, even physical abuse
now suddenly, in the news).
We learn that both men are more than who they seem
(as are we all)
both have nursed
fears and sorrows,
have wanted better tomorrows,
and though the film takes place in Lebanon
there are universal feelings and issues that we understand
and may or may not agree upon–
house repairs, urban renewal, and immigrants—
the costs of war—
there is more,
as up and down,
the movie becomes a courtroom drama—
with family issues—and if not karma,
then resolution, of a sort.
From there we go to taste wine
paired with chocolate
we sip, and smile, and feel fine
(understand, it’s not just the wine).
All who pour
smile, as if it’s not a chore,
a woman says her mother knows my husband
her brother is at the other table,
We leave them tips
because we’re able
and life goes up and down, unstable.
Then we buy chocolate and wine to have later,
perhaps we’ll debate, which is greater—
but only after taken, do I see the watch in the photo—
time’s message of then or when,
And I wonder again. . .
In the night, I dream
of finding blue glass and paintings,
in a post-apocalyptic world,
beauty and art–
the message there,
time passes on
through ups and downs–
I take them to share–
contributing my verse.
We saw the movie, The Insult, which is nominated for best foreign film.
We went to William Heritage Winery.
I’m having an issue with WP. It won’t save unless I use the old format editing, so everything seems a bit off. Sigh.