Blushing Twilight

Overcome space, and all we have left is Here.  Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.  And in the middle of Here and Now, don’t you think we might see each other once or twice?~Richard Bach

The cornershop is closed in these strange times
and so my after-dinner path follows the weleful rhymes

chanted to compose the vivid gloaming
chorus of frogs conduct the glowing

light, each tender note met by a sweet blush
the lake reflects enamoured flush

there is no distance in this art
we presence love with open heart

a sacred moment’s symphony
allow divine miracles’ flow over me

deep listening brings tears
glistening my cheeks in tiny pairs

and I am changed
priorities are rearranged

my world will never be the same.

Invited To Inquire More Precisely

“A new manner of fashion I’d found,
And the world seemed to smile all around”~from Alice Blue Gown by Joseph McCarthy.

An overflowing nose at nap time prompts
a tall pile of pillows. We lean.

I need to cry for Mama, but his throat
is just too sore. And so I sing.

Tuning in to simmering feelings.
Tell me if I get it wrong, I say.

He’s quick to instruct, she is MY
mama, so I shift the point of view.

I sing a minor key of feeling sick
and sad and needing Mama who’s so far

away.  Hitting the sadness button
his face screws up, grief erupts.

I justify making him cry now
unstuck, releasing, being heard.

Giving silence and a hug. His sobs
fierce and quick until a winsome smile,

brave and quivering, he nestles closer, says,
Now sing my song again. Sleepily

as I present leftovers: the tight jaw
and throbbing temples until we breathe

in dreams, and all the germs come into
the light, the room, the planet in song.

Inspired by: Justify, Leftovers, Manner, Winsome and a three-year-old grandson with a head cold. (And Alice Blue Gown charted #1 in 1920.  My mother sang a different version à la Judy Garland “and in manner of fashion, I’d frown, and the world seemed to smile all around.” I like the original much better!)