Didn’t understand
but listened
built an ark
loaded animals two by two
Cold, wet
smelly, nauseating
crowded, stifling
drifting, drifting
day after day, two by two
Rain stopped
water receded
everyone disembarked
slowly
life began again
Seeds and flowers
sun and rain
nurturing and time to grow
Two by two
As we reach the shores of a new year
remain steadfast in times of uncertainty
and set aside time to nurture one another.
I remember paintings larger than life bold, bright colors everywhere in contrast to the quiet house Dreary Seattle days found you hands stuffed in jacket pockets wavy blonde hair dancing down the street – though not like the affected young Harkness dancers who advertised their artistry striking a pose along the seaside Married, yes and…
Painted navy gray lifeboat oars, copper straps binding battered tips…
I hear the cicadas buzzing and find their cast-off clothing in the garden Yellowing leaves are stuck to the patio table Summer’s hot breath doesn’t fool Fall is poised right around the corner. Ugh.
Cats? No more. more cats? No no more cats! Please. Traded: one good airplane for tiny flea and pneumonia ridden kitten it must have been the heat – and humidity of late July Maisie the dog licks, cajoles, barks plays the daily game of chase while we sit and watch Doomed by birth into an…
Against the antique oak rocker in the alcove leans a needlepoint begun decades ago (18th century American primitive re-created in my hand and style with woolen yarns and carefully selected stitches) Cart roads lead from the ‘big’ house, past out buildings and wild vines heavy with grapes (Norton?) – down at the river, a sailing…
Side by side
They hung against what
I imagined were cool stone walls