Monday, September 09, 2024

our strange logics

green the river, green the woods
if we don't have time, time has us
              enflamed with error, the things 
              we mutter soon become mantras 
you must try to forgive everyone  
who said things/happen/a reason 
               finding chance, choice after choice,
               and ways to fold time in your mouth 
steal your turbulent hopes from us
send it toward your own ripe pause
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Further details from the "Gun Story" that surfaced after a few retellings.
1) The kids asked me what the gun looked like and I couldn't remember because I wasn't looking at it. What were you looking at, they asked. That's when I had to admit I'd been distracted by the dog in the backseat of their car and the family erupted into howls of laughter. 
2) On why I'm not afraid I'll bump into the people with the gun again. Their car had temporary Missouri tags, I imagine they were visitors here for the weekend and are no longer in town. (Also, I got a picture of their tag, so I'm not completely useless.)
3) The confused/amused look Big A and I gave each other when the young police officer repeatedly told us they were very unnerved and shaken by this incident. It was very Gen Z of them. 
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Pic: The river is so green from reflecting the trees here! The Red Cedar in the woods behind L's house.

12 comments:

Nicole said...

I'm Gen X and I am very unnerved and shaken by this, Maya! Please take care.

Jenny said...

Yes, I think I would also be much more shaken by the gun incident than you are. (For the record I'm also Gen X.)
Lovely poem.

StephLove said...

"...the things/we mutter have become mantras." Very true.

Gillian said...

Take care

Nance said...

I'm so intrigued with the movement of this poem, Maya. The first three lines rush, like the racing waters of a river, like the fast pace of hurrying time. It then slows a bit with the muttering of mantras and the line about forgiveness and continues slowing until the last word which is "pause". At that moment, it truly drops; the consecutive plosive sounds of the two p's in "ripe pause" really make the reader come to a halt. It's masterful.

The only line that is an outlier for me is "formulate your series of choices". It seems a bit clinical and not in the voice of the speaker, especially before the glorious line of "a way to fold time in your mouth".

"Time has us"--I have felt this way so often.

NGS said...

I suspect I would still be freaking out if this incident happened to me. Poor dog in the backseat - what sort of life is it living?

maya said...

I hope it's well and truly in the past now, Nicole! XOXO

maya said...

Thanks, Jenny. I'm beginning to feel like a freak about not feeling shaken. I'm Gen X too.

maya said...

Thanks, Steph!

maya said...

Thanks, Gillian!

maya said...

Gosh--Thanks, Nance! "Formulate" does sound clunky... I'll continue tinkering...

maya said...

Trust you to worry about the doggo, Engie! I too worried about that... and oddly, was buoyed by their presence.

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