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share the jOy thursdays
Posted on August 31, 2011 at 07:45 PM | Permalink
share the joy thursdays
my husband drives to the infusion center and leaves me
surrounded with the hopeful and dying,
for his sunlicked life.
all of us lined up like cord wood
veins in various degrees of disrepair
a benign number 6 hovers above, marking my place,
i am in my stall, my station of the cross, my weary recliner
that requires only a white wristband and a menacing sequence of inborn errors
and gulps entire days in slow increments of nurses
collecting temperatures and heartbeats.
the cost of anyones dreamhouse, throw in a brand new car while you are at it
seaping into my veins.
the cost of a life takes an entire day
to drip into rivers of hope and spits me out
in time to wonder at the magnificence of sunset,
the promise of stars, the strength of trees, two more weeks of sunrises.
colours so startlingly bright,
i wonder why anyone is sitting in their cars impatient eyes
indignant at red lights
i want to throw open doors and storm everyone into the light.
even the pet therapy dog struggles, distracted,
his own legs starting to deceive him,
greying and slowing down he looks past us,
wanting what we all want,
to walk bare foot
resilient under forgiving skies on the gently rounding earth.
there are two flat screen televisions at each end of the white recliner filled room
the programs change like pages in a noisy book
where actors look strangely fleshy and frivolous
and i want to stop them too,
i want to shake them awake
plead with them to take their beautiful perfect cells and LIVE,
run away from the one hundred puny distractions
and out into the electric air and breathe
while everything is still possible.
the harpist in a long flowering skirt arrives,
so long you cannot see her feet.
she glides across the room of the unmoving.
nurses thankfully turn the volume off the always too loud tvs,
move the wheelchairs to accommodate her wooden sail of a harp
and she begins plucking the strings in strangely perfect whole notes
one associates with angels and clouds and arriving....
but it all feels like letting go
as the nurse returns to make sure my heart is still beating just enough,
to register the light
Posted on August 30, 2011 at 08:09 AM | Permalink
the art of living life fully
it is a parable to feel the earth tilt
while skimming on still waters.
this is a story of noticing.
this is the sound of clarity watching over you
even while you sleep.
this is when
lying there, under the lightening stars
it might have been loons
to lift my head above the extra covers of autumns reproach.
what waited was sky
held in breathless fascination of a blue glass lake.
sky falling into open water, water reflecting the face of sky.
everything in between
we threw off our separate dreams,
dressed in a silver canoe and
together floated weightless
on all that surrenders.
this is when i felt the earth move.
so strong and longer limbed
stroked effortlessly into the willing water.
stationed in front,
i could not see his silver dipping arcs becoming wings,
dripping crystal water,
i could hear that it was so.
from behind, he held witness to the majesty of mine.
the two of us from a distance
became a single bird
he the left wing, me the right.
in all that shimmering light.
was it purely the act of willfully leaving behind
the tangle of gravity and time?
the dark weight of physical constraints becoming
round smooth manageable stones whirled
freely from open palms to sing
across the open lake.
just the magnificence of wings and weightless surrender.
there, in front, set free, flying
my oars circling in utter silent delight.
countless drops of clarity dripping off our every move.
he could not see my tear bright cheeks, my lifted heart.
but the breeze that drifted back to him...
that rolled off the silhouette of joy
carried the distinct taste
of love, a holy trace
Posted on August 29, 2011 at 06:57 AM | Permalink
poem for the silver winged, side lake
knowing the entire length
of our eastern seaboard,
has been weathering the challenges,
courageously facing the uncertainty
postcards from paradise
became a fervent search for
the promise of light.
wherever you are in this wheel of life,
whatever our challenges;
may we all know love, shelter, safety, peace, comfort,
and always, always the presence of light.
postcards from paradise
an open door to the house of belonging.
won't you join me?
leave a word of kindness on each others blogs
Posted on August 28, 2011 at 07:38 AM | Permalink
hurricane irene, postcards from paradise, summer garden