I was reflecting about all those I care about as I drove home tonight and then saw this poem – it fit the mood. This is a famous poem but can be hard to read…the key is to read it slowly and perhaps a couple of times to get the depth of it.
love is a place
love is a place
& through this place of
(with brightness of peace)
yes is a world
& in this world of
“Do I order the chicken with the menu or just go to the front,” I asked the young girl behind the counter. She had no makeup, no smile, no speed in reply. Finally I got the gesture to go to the casheir to get my food. It required me to walk back a couple of asiles to get to the back of the line.
Three chicken pieces
Three potatoe slices for dollar
Barbeque sauce please
The smell made me hungry but I was resolved to wait till I got to the park. Hitching the fold up chair over one shoulder, I flip-flopped my way around the next block to the cool grass, hot music, and smooth conversation.
Dancers jerk, sway, swoon
Couples unashamed, such fun
I felt so alone.
Amazing how many people come out to these things. I only recognized one person but having only been here a few months, that wasn’t suprising. I wished I did recognize more… I tried to find someone from the church I might know.
As the light got low, I settled down and got into the rythym. Maybe it was the food. Maybe I got tired of feeling sorry for myself. Maybe it was the cooler night air. It didn’t matter.
Pack it, Walk it home
Move to the music of the heart
The sounds of the night, silent.
Mere edge of reality
The golden leaf, wind, smile,
Who, what, where, when, why, how is it
The TV talks with a hiss
Little green eye on the speaker stares
The evening cold moves on my ankles
Water needs to be shut off
Fingers of the wind plays the chimes in the yard
The traffic roar never ends
Silence screams louder than them all!
So Dark – Cinquain
low flying clouds
surprised me this morning
be with me here, comforting touch