Hmmmm….things are going well here, and though we are missing Chamois, it gets easier each day. We had a good time down in Portland for the adoption seminar with our agency, and will post more on that later! We paid a visit to our alma mater, too, and ran into a few teachers, bought some vegetable plants from the greenhouse (yes, there’s now a greenhouse!) at an incredible rock bottom prices, and got to see all the new buildings and construction. Yesterday I had fun visiting with the folks from the school where I used to teach but now just volunteer. They were having an all-school day-long event at Lincoln Park, just down the hill from us here in West Seattle! How could I miss out on that? Aiko wanted to go too, but 200 or so kids and an excited dog didn’t sound like a great time to me…
Here is an old poem I just dug up, which I wrote in college, for poetry class. Its kind of an autumn poem, but alas, seems to fit now as well.
Loss
Some days we are all the same–
you and I, a thread of loss
weaving through time.
I watch a squirrel dive into a hole.
He is gone and the hollowness remains,
in gaping shadows, empty branches, twisted roots.
If I could just hold the world warm,
in the palm of my hand; definite, true.
But along with squirrels everything moves,
expectations falling like acorns from a tree.
We cling to an image known as truth,
pure invincible, clear and shining.
Then the sun shifts, colors darken, fade
and that world is gone.
I thought I knew.
But here I am pining for what I’ve lost,
waiting as the seasons turn,
and squirrels gather nuts.
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When do you suppose your first/next poetry book will be published? Bet you could illustrate it. Bet someone would promote it, and you could self-publish……..in your probably not so very spare time.
xo
MWLF
Thank you! I would like to publish eventually, but would rather go the traditional route and send them out to journals & such first. I plan to eventually, just haven’t gotten around to it yet!