twin (de)lights

Driving Nu back to the dorms this morning, and both of us gasped at the size of the full moon in the morning sky. Nu is very much a "I’m going to take a picture with my eyes and keep it in my memory” person, so this photo is evidence of Nu being so kind to my more pedestrian sensibilities.

Also kind--Nu coming in this weekend to spend time with Max and Huck so Big A and I could go to his college reunion.

I love long car rides and freewheeling chats with this baby. By the time we got to the college, there was a brilliant orange sun behind us, but I knew better than to ask for a photo of that too. I know the limits. Ha.

Pic: That streetlight seems to be giving the moon some competition here, but that wasn't the case in real life.

after fall

It's rich irony then that I feel like a ghost

alive, haunting every hang of time 

asking, if is this all there is

the bruise of the moment

the body sinking down

anchoring absolutely

nothing but me

this is a story I actually don't want to tell 

I'd rather retract into porous sleep 

or silence--providently waiting 

just past the gate the miracle

or watching and loving 

all I ever had to do

was show up

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Pic: I could barely believe that the orange balls in the dirt were pumpkins... Where are the vines? Why am I such a city bumpkin?
 

flights (of fancy)

BigA and I were driving home from the reunion weekend in Kalamazoo, talking about booking our trip to India, when in the sky this gorgeous bird in the sky...

Can you see the swallow up there, I asked?

I can see a bird, he said.

I remembered that I don't think I've seen a real swallow either.

Pic: Sunset on a road trip.

Happy and Happy

BigA's Birthday! We're in Kalamazoo for his 30th college reunion weekend as well. 

It feels odd to be celebrating without the kids, but this is so A's speed, and we're having a great time, and it has been fun hearing all the old stories once again.

Pic: The restaurant found out we were celebrating his birthday (because I told them!) and they took this polaroid of us. What a cute idea!

caught

A poem should be motionless in time   

As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases

Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,   

Memory by memory the mind—

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Some of my favorite lines from Archibald Macleish's "Ars Poetica"

covering

I wore my best clothes to your funeral

I know I won't ever wear them again

nor can I give them away

they are locked to me 

as I wish you were

still  

 

Candide/Candied

"Anyone who can make you believe absurdities 

can make you commit atrocities.” Voltaire

imagine this tree 

knows our names

whispers it back 

in a few  weeks

in falling leaves

such  absurdities 

uncertain atrocities

encased in amber

the rain brings messages

you are beautiful the world is young
the world is young and you are beautiful

a mother on this side, a daughter on the other

it's the rule of this world: days capped by night 

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Pic Sanford Woods... it's that amber time of the year!

Wherever you are I want to find you and talk to you

From "Nightfall" by Jeannie Vanasco

"Are you in the autumn-wood air that rises from the lake?

How was your summer, how is your autumn?

Are there seasons where you are? I have often thought of this.

Here the rain comes and dark strips of land lighten. I cannot explain it. You must see it for yourself.

This evening the sky feels as big as silence, as big as the silence between us, not disquieting but dissolving the day into long threads.

Clouds pass by and by nightfall all thoughts of you pour back into my hands and the rain is pouring now.

Are you thinking of me? I am thinking of you. What strength I give away comes back again. I have already forgotten what to do with it."

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Pic: Commute pic... Sunset, farmland, alone-ness. 

love is so easy

Nance and Jules have filled my life with so much support and love and chuckles (even off-blog via group texts and chats and cards and books and presents and whatnot) that today was the easiest day, basking in their banter, tasting Nance's famous pesto at her beautiful lake house, being silly, being serious, being together.

I felt some anxiety undertaking a long road trip by myself (because of the accident last month) but it was time to get over that anyway. And I spent the hours getting there and back reviewing the portfolio I have to turn in on Monday. 

Pic: Jules and me. That gorgeous lake is a stand in for Nance; Pic by Rick who was awesome in all the ways.
 

goddess power

Navaratri--this is the second year I haven't hosted. I think I need another year (at least).

But I'm always happy to celebrate with the T-U's who have the biggest kolu display (it wraps around the room, this is about a quarter of it) I've ever seen here or back in Chennai (here's mine for comparison). The way they somehow manage to make this simultaneously "grand" and "warm" is a marvel in itself.

Pic: With my lovely hosts. I seem very tall today.

training days

(she said)

dancing, the floors churned

under our feet

fists beating time as lustily

as our stomps

open throats, closed eyes

ecstasy and trust

the sudden arrival of a parent

a call to attention

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Pic: Maple River Sunset

fall's well

I have dreamed the walls of my heart

my lunatic mouth sucking at words

sitting inside and beside thoughts

the chest, the breast, the heart

the heartbeat of my mother

it is considered natural

here no one notices

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Pic: Somewhere on Farm Road, a random fruiting tree.

finally, willing to say

I think of all the people I know who lost their parents too early...

or all the kids in Gaza and elsewhere whose wails sound like my own, except they are two and three and five and don't even have enough memories

or I think of people like Diane Keaton and Dolly Parton who died last year, the same age as my mom, rich women, in the first world, who did not even put their bodies through childbirth, and I think ok...

perhaps we had a good run after all... she hated medicalization and did not want to be an invalid, and the end was so sudden, it would have been painless (BigA explained that during a stroke, the CO2 in the brain basically acts as a pain suppressant). We were happy together, our last words were "Love you," what more could I ask? (More time.)

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Pic: A balancing act. Red Cedar walk by myself.