Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Freak Storm
I spent the day walking
up and down Manhattan's
streets through a rain-snow mix
with a hangover's headache,
not dressed for weather,
and missed my bus.
Tourists leaned their umbrellas into the wind
and laughed defensively.
I didn't have an umbrella -
and soaked to the skin,
would not buy one from the street sellers -
was not laughing.
I found another bus
and spent the rest of the day
shiverrring
trying to will myself dry,
as cars spun off the highway
across the slippery
snow and ice no one
here was ready for.
It's not even Halloween,
for Christ's sake,
and now everything is blindingly white
and the trees are bent under the burden
like my back will soon be, as I shovel and curse.
But it was good to come home to
all three children sleeping
peacefully in one room and
to dry sheets
and warm blankets.
up and down Manhattan's
streets through a rain-snow mix
with a hangover's headache,
not dressed for weather,
and missed my bus.
Tourists leaned their umbrellas into the wind
and laughed defensively.
I didn't have an umbrella -
and soaked to the skin,
would not buy one from the street sellers -
was not laughing.
I found another bus
and spent the rest of the day
shiverrring
trying to will myself dry,
as cars spun off the highway
across the slippery
snow and ice no one
here was ready for.
It's not even Halloween,
for Christ's sake,
and now everything is blindingly white
and the trees are bent under the burden
like my back will soon be, as I shovel and curse.
But it was good to come home to
all three children sleeping
peacefully in one room and
to dry sheets
and warm blankets.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
The Beauty And Its Ruin
First snowfall.
Beautiful, I guess,
and shift immediately into
thoughts of low heating oil,
bald tires pushed twice as far
as they're rated for, trees
too close to the house
that might not hold up under
the weight of snow and ice
and wind.
Beautiful, I guess,
and shift immediately into
thoughts of low heating oil,
bald tires pushed twice as far
as they're rated for, trees
too close to the house
that might not hold up under
the weight of snow and ice
and wind.
Will we?
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Meet Them At The Door Laughing
This came to me yesterday, and I had to share it, all the way from the 13th Century.
The Guest House
This being human is a great house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Rumi, (as translated by Coleman Barks, The Essential Rumi)
Saturday, October 22, 2011
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