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photo by Vitória Kubliaki
Here’s a small gift from me to you. I wrote this poem in June when I went for my first haircut (on Pondfield Road) after almost absolute quarantine during Covid’s bitter flare up in New York. We are still living in fearful times. I hope the poem makes you smile.
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This photo (solar eclipse Aug. 21, 2017) reminds me of more carefree times. (Isabelle, Mark, and me in Northern California.) Here’s wishing good excitement for us all in 2021.
Dear readers and friends--I wish you peace, hope, and love in these end days of a painful year.
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Photo by Nan Mutnick. Nan took this photo of me on her screen during a yoga session. Bubbles of light were streaming in from my window.
Book groups meet on glass. You can breathe deeply learning Tai Chi with strangers. We don’t know the full impact of what we’ve given up. Hearing the tone in which something is said, unintended thoughts, craziness, letting go. We’re sinking into our masks.
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Two or three feet is the new six feet apart. I’m a designer and familiar with scale and distances. A tall man lying flat on the ground between you and me, that’s 6 feet. No one seems to understand.
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As you know, Bananagrams and Boggle are word games with letter tiles that players use to build words faster than their opponents. Once a week, son and daughter-in-law play with me on Zoom, and they crush me. I use words to write, right?
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The rabbits come out to frolic at 6, not quite sundown. I noticed this one evening when I parked my car on the driveway and chanced to look into our small bowl of a garden--mostly a scoop of lawn surrounded by evergreen bushes and three small hemlocks. There they were, five or six plump grey rabbits hopping about—just like in a children’s story book!
Read moreYesterday I was wondering what I’d write to you—whoever out there may be listening (let me know you are here!). I was feeling low and out of sorts, confused as we all are, the ones who are not battling fist to fist and eye to eye with this unsympathetic virus. Silly tropes about self worth are creeping up and infected my thoughts.
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