Backyard, 2006, Watercolor
“There is a long time in me between knowing and telling.”
― Grace Paley, Enormous Changes at the Last Minute
What is happening
There is no question about it.
Some changes are predictable,
Sumer, Fall, Winter, Spring,
with plenty of time to
turn, turn, turn.
Lately, though, change arrives in a flash.
A drop dead, earthquake, bomb of a moment.
If you're still upright,
the resonance alone is enough to knock you down.
Still we keep revolving around the sun,
the moon orbits
and breezes sweep us up with their
demanding, obligating pals:
While exploding now onto
new playing fields we did not imagine.
Why would we?
Just last year, (or was it the year before?)
There was only fall around the corner
coming with dry, bright leaves,
crisp, fireplace air,
fleecy sleeves and scarves,
21 September 20017
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