Friday, April 8, 2022

The Daily Breath - Friday, April 8, 2022

 

Friday, April 8, 2022

 

Behind in my blog

Today, as I write, it is actually Monday, April 11.

I had to ask Mark what happened on Friday

Friday was wiped out of my memory

Because of Sunday, April 10

which was huge

But I’ll write about that later 

on the real April 11

 

Mark tells me

We walked

After parking opposite Cogir

A senior facility

Where I used to go to

Alanon meetings

Stopped by the Pandemic

March 2020

It had another name then

It had many name changes

 

The best moment on Friday

Was seeing the mourning dove

Mark has been looking for

Since hearing its Song

In our yard

The small bird was sitting alone

On a high wire

Above the residences

Where we were walking

He was singing with

All his might

I tried to mimic his song

I won’t say he sang back

But at least he didn’t fly away

I hope he got some recompense

For his mournful efforts

 

The next best moment

Closer at hand

Was a family of turkeys

Pecking in the yard of a house

That once bordered a golf course

Which went out of business

Apparently

One day all traces of it

disappeared

So that now there is only unmowed

Green space

Around the yard where the turkeys

Have taken up residence

With one male turkey

Spreading his tail feathers

Into a perfect magnificence

Of invitation

Or maybe he was only

Practicing

No female was paying attention

Anyway

 

I couldn’t help wondering

How the occupants of all those houses …..

 

Around the office area of

Leisure Town Center

Extending all the way along

Leisure Town Road

In both directions

And also all the way across

A large now barren field

Toward Orange Drive

 

…. felt about this dramatic

Downward plunge

Of their manicured

World

 

I wondered How much money

They paid

For the privilege of having a

Golf course at the edge of their lawn

With no fences

Now they are exposed

To potential invasion

They look like they need

Protection

I am worried about them 

Is there someone in charge?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, April 7, 2022

The Daily Breath - Thursday, April 7, 2022

 

 

Thursday, April 7

 

Much better outcome at choir practice

In the first place

I was able to say hello to Emma

With more enthusiasm than I had been

mustering

Because I corresponded with her

Via email

And said some nice things regarding the mutual

April 2 birthdays of Carmen

her daughter who turned 9

And Mark, my partner spouse husband

Who turned 65

As well as Emma’s beautiful smile

In the several pictures Mark took

In the children’s area

At church

 

It was a challenging rehearsal

Still with masks

And hot

We had to get a handle on

All the music upon which

We are about to

Embark

Starting Sunday

Including the much-awaited

Much feared (by me)

Misirere

Which we rehearsed in the balcony

With hand-held lights

 

We will be singing

Palestrini’s Misirere

In the balcony

On Good Friday

Following Maundy Thursday

Celebrating Easter

In earnest

And song

Two services on this Sunday

And next

 

Not only that

Mark is the liturgist

This Sunday

Both services?

He doesn’t know yet

 

Also Emma forthrightly

Addressed Mark about his

Music being performed

May 15, 2022

 

Thank goodness!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, April 6, 2022

The Daily Breath - Wednesday, April 6, 2022

 

Wednesday, April 6

 

Writer’s Group at 10 am

What will I write this time

 

Time

 

Time is flying by

Like a horse in flight

A gallop of frightened

Hooves

 

Stop

 

Am I missing something

I cannot catch my breath

My eyes are shut

I don’t want to see

What I am seeing

Bodies

Babies

Mothers

Soldiers

Fathers

Blown out buildings

Empty streets

Rubble

It happened so fast

I cannot grasp

Its magnitude

It’s hell

And yet

We must believe

The destroyed country

Will begin again

With what is left of its

Brave people

One day

They will simply

Pick up a broom

And start sweeping

Pick up a shovel

And start digging

 

But that wasn’t what I wrote

 

I wrote about that distant day

July 30, 1952

When we departed Phoenix

And never looked back

 

It is clear to me

What I wrote is the beginning of the

Complete chronicle of our little family’s

Life on the Highway

 

Thanks to the Writers’ Group at DCC

 

(Text available upon request)

 

 

 

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