My poem, “Atlantic Beach” is on page 7 of the November, 2013 issue of The Montauk Sun.
I just finished reading In Sunlight and in Shadow by Mark Helprin. A sentence near the end of the book resonated with me deeply. “…in the end the whole world is nothing more than what you remember and what you love, things fleeting and indefensible, light and beautiful, that were not supposed to last, echoing forever…” (Helprin, 702).
I have built a memorial to hold the ashes of my cat, Smooch. There was a spot she loved up at our cabin, in the tall grasses under the aspen trees. I dug out a circle and put half of her ashes in it. Then I made a white quartz border with the letter, “S” going through the middle, from top to bottom. I filled the negative space with dark rocks. I then built a rock path leading to the spot. That was two weeks ago. When I arrived this weekend, there was a penstemon blooming right next to the spot. The amazing detail is that it was not the florescent lavender or bright pink of the other penstemons on our land. It was a deep, almost black, purple. As silly as it may sound, I couldn’t help but feel it was in some way, acknowledgment of her presence.
I will be part of a three-author poetry reading at The Book Haven in Salida on June 6. It is also Dies Librorum, their celebration of the bookstore’s 10th anniversary! From 5-6, there is a Rapid Fire Salute to the Written Word. Every participant will have 1 minute to read a favorite passage from their own writing or any other author/poet.
The actual Dies Librorum which will begin at 6:30, with more music, food and wine. Each author will present their poetry for 20 minutes beginning at 7:00 p.m.
Like Frederick the mouse in one of Leo Lionni’s children’s books, I have stored images of beauty. On February 25, my mother died. Her final three weeks were under hospice care in her home. I flew in for a visit and there were some incredible exchanges I will never forget. Yet, I am also haunted by images of her deterioration and helplessness.
Now, my cat of fifteen years is severely diminished and approaching death. The tears are back, a mix of this double grief. I remember holding my mom’s hand, saying my last goodbye, before heading to the airport. I said she would live in my heart forever. She said, “I’ll be bouncing around in there.”
Rationally, I know that at almost 92, with a failing body, it was time for my mother to pass on. It does not change the nature of the loss, though I am certain that those who lose loved ones at an earlier age have an element of tragedy that I did not experience.
I can apply the same thinking to my cat. When I adopted her from the Dumb Friends League, she was 4 months old. Although she probably would have preferred to be an outdoor cat, she has had time prowling around the yard under our supervision. She has slept in our bed, and in her older years, stretched out on top of me for naps. This morning, she purred and I drank in the sound, the sound that may soon disappear from my life.
I swim in a sea of tears,
in the deep waters of grief.
There is no tomorrow.
Sifting through the moments,
the treasures of a life shared.
The gift of love
opening the door to pain wide,
yet what is greater?
Love, the gold we all seek,
that I have been blessed to find.
february 19, 2013
I will be doing a reading on “The Poetry Show” on January 6, 2013 from 6:00-7:00 p.m. Dona Stein hosts the program which airs every first and third Sunday of the month on KRFC 88.9 in Ft. Collins. To listen from the website, go to http://www.krfcfm.org and click on the “Listen Now” tab.
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My first e-book, Comet Dreams (in print 2004) is available on Diesel and iBooks. Visit my book page or the link below for more details.
A total of 7.5 miles, including an ascent of 2300′. I’ve been on 14 high-altitude hikes since early June. It is hard to believe I broke my ankle a year ago. I am grateful for my strength, discipline and for the wilderness areas set aside for us. It is this beauty and the immersion within it, that elevates my spirit. Another birthday looms, but I am learning that the numbers themselves are not what limit us.