January day, the sun lifting the fog; with layered sweaters and scarf around my neck, I parked the car alongside the road
Taking my pen and paper for my blog, I walked the slight hill of matted grass. Crisp crinkled waves (I want to say wrinkled
like those we used to iron, with frills) gently rocked the sailboats anchored in the small harbor below. Finding a sun-warmed
picnic table I sat there and opened my sack lunch, a Bubba Burger, juicy, all organic, and coffee for the chill. Recently, a
man had fallen from his boat at dusk's hour. Luckily witnesses called 911 and he was rescued, survived - hypothermia
My mind drifted.......those numbers, almost 14 years ago...I recalled reading the story of a woman - the woman whose husband
worked in an office obliterated by the nose of an airplane; no warning, no manner of escape, he chose to die not by fire,
but by jumping. She watched on the news on TV - was it him falling from one of the twin towers, his wrinkled tie waving
from his shirt? Not long after, she became another casualty, committing suicide via carbon monoxide - I tried to imagine her pain,
fleetingly, however, because it was too painful and I pushed it aside. My finger-less gloved hands grow numb; romaine lettuce from
the sandwich falls to the ground - not to worry, a bird will come along. The sun on my face felt so good as I considered
life's various outcomes, billions of stories never written or told, the ordeals that befall us. How hard it is for some to live,
impossible for us to measure on a graph with lines drawn for sun, water, bombs in the air, hearts of gold, whatever matters -
dipping and climbing -and I wondered - just how resilient is the human spirit after all?
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Caught between postings at http://dversepoets.com/ ____Open Link Night yesterday and Meeting the Bar or Form for All tomorrow, not sure where this will fit in and how I will ever catch up as the weekend was filled with grand-kids activities and company. We are today, Thursday, writing
prose poetry as suggested by Sam Peralta who is busy writing his novel, Labyrinth Man.
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