Day 150

May 30, 2021

Love.

Animals love them.  Animals love me, too, and so do children and quirky people.  There is a shared ingredient in our souls.  It was why we bonded so quickly.  They are so special.

 

It may have reached 50 today, but it never really stopped raining.  I did not go for a ride.  I took some food into the graveyard for lunch and a blue bird played in front of me in the rain for most of the time I was there.  The pictures are dreadful.

EJ came down around 2 and we went to Barnes and Noble and got teas and books and hung out for a bit.  We've been doing that together since they were reading and especially once they began to love manga.  

I didn't take any other photos.  And I've had this desire all week to share some good piece of writing, but I haven't been able to complete the piece.  I need to go back to writing group.  

My Father’s Ghost

I sat in church

an act I rarely do.

Quiet with

a community of listeners.

Quiet

held still

contemplative

reflective.

The piano keys

jolted me awake.

The first few measures of Chopin

 an archaic memory

deep inside.

My father’s ghost.

Tears formed

throughout the service

as pieces of music from

an era he adored

drifted through.

 

Quiet

thoughtful peace

music from my past.

Sitting on a dining room chair

green leather seats,

writing on the Janson table

when notes break through

the barrier of thought;

a repertoire, melodic

contemporary, glimpses of

jazz, by hands that

have their own memory.

When the pianist was too drunk

to remember, the hands played

anyway.

A memory, a lifestyle, a past.

 

Quiet

Poetry and piano

I’d not slipped into that space

in over a decade

remembered the brick floors

glass walls, the

cast iron chimney.

Now in a sanctuary

a stranger at the piano

evoking visceral memories

of a life

full

of beauty and conflict.

Tears slipped down my cheeks.