Sunday, October 27, 2024

evening report

you know this is Sunday anxiety
the lurch of the coming week 
sitting unsafe as dust before 
a wind

by the nail the night hangs on 
by the new day at the door 
I am trying to tell myself 
to remember

about how even stones support
each  other  like friends do 
in every wandering corner 
of the universe
_________________
Pic: Old neighbor BL's ethereal picture of Ellis Pond in Yellow Springs, OH. 

7 comments:

Jenny said...

Beautiful poem. I know that Sunday anxiety.

StephLove said...

I noticed the switch from second person in the first stanza to first person in the second stanza and wondered if it's because the speaker is addressing herself in that opening line.

p.s. My main source of anxiety these days is the election.

Nance said...

Oh, that first stanza. The word Lurch is perfect there.
And the metaphor of dust unsafe in the wind is so apt.
Love it.

maya said...

It's so ugh...

maya said...

I hear you Steph--the anxiety keeps mounting, and I wish I could believe it would end on Nov 6th.

(re. the slippage--does it work as a nod to the communal nature of the "Sunday Scaries?)

maya said...

Thanks, Nance. I just realized that we've been reading Yeats's "Second Coming" in a class and it has the best use of "lurch" of all time. That's where I must have gotten it from :)

maya said...

Thanks!

right to party

I spent weeks prepping, and everything went really well (I think!)!!  There was a photo booth, a henna artist, a craft table, a cards table ...