I am here, I am in this forest, where luminance lingers long nearby, I fall asleep under the cedar tree Lengthy languorous slumber The tree branches caught cracking cuts into my peace like slices, into my mind like vices: Waiting, waiting for the sun to reach me.
Wind, rain, and melting snow.
Ways to Appear (in response to “Ways to Disappear” by Camile Rankine) In a hallway with lifted eyes wrapped in a scarf, A pair of stomping boots, not afraid of noise. Going to the store going to the beach Strolling down a narrow road in Paris, San Gimignano, Capri. Lifting a voice raising a hand sitting in the front row, Stepping onto stage. Figuring out the mystery putting all the parts back together discovering where the body is buried long forgotten-- long given up on, Long ago. Talking about loss. Running on a track Running on a trail Dancing. Noticing the blue lighting on the path in the snow when the walk takes you Forward.
It’s that time of year again.
Or, perhaps, the trail is the story!
Though next week’s temperatures will return to summer, the shadows have changed, and the sun slants toward fall.
The rain is needed . . .
An awful year is over. I’m not naive enough to think everything will be better with the start of the new year.
I am hopeful, however.
We have new leadership coming . . .
We have working vaccines for Covid-19. Yeah, Science!
I am still writing words, sentences, paragraphs, manuscripts, books . . .
Happy New Year!
Like many people, I am scared and anxious. I turn to my work, old Cure songs, and my garden to help.
Some flowers
Some wishes:
Effective COVID 19 vaccines
An end to systematic racism
A new US President
Be Well!
Spring in the mild maritime climate has started. In between the rainstorms, there are sun breaks and open flowers.
Looking forward to more . . .
The rain falls outside on this last dim, soggy day of the year. I don’t want to make a list of the decade or anything else.
I’ll keep moving forward.
The cloud cloaked mountains
wait for morning light.
A lone cow bellows,
the morning dove coos,
the breeze presses on
and the sun breaks through.
I took a break from grading research papers.
The sun was out . . . that’s reason enough . . .
Michèle Griskey 