It seems

we are always recreating ourselves

a cold December day
wind whips large, rust colored leaves
a single pigeon head bowed
stretches wings back before
lift

I watch one squirrel sit upon
a branch's tip
before leap to branch below

wonder what the creatures' plan
on a day temperatures drop
twenty from the day before
to accomodate the weather's shift

to lose time

a great clock hangs alongside the moon, hands tick
while I watch stationary train cars
and my car purrs beneath my seat

you say the cars slip off the tracks often
I contemplate your words before I turn around
and time ticks beneath the wheels to your house

Thursday morning in my livingroom

at home for a break on the couch
John Aielli and John Gorka on the radio
plays Wilco Impossible Journey
I watch Luddah and Godot spar on the rug
Luddah on hind legs reaches Godot
who stands and leans back
into a crouch,
friends play
pieces fit together
music and pets

many times before

last night I went to hear Don Delillo read -
the Prologue from Underworld
felt like he'd read those same words many times before
to a room full of people
much like those assembled last night

Dick, my back fence neighbor,
Rebecca, the poet, I taught in sixth grade
who begins at Mount Holyoke in a few weeks
Geoff Ripps, a father of an old friend of Laura's,
and a man of words
my government professor who I used to run into at Austin High

Jessen Auditorium filled with readers, who anticipated
a young man's leap over a turnstile
and waited patiently for the batter to connect his bat and the ball
to win the game
listened as he answered three questions from the audience
following the reading
questions he'd probably answered many times before

and I left last night
reminded of the night I saw Carlos Santana at Merriweather Post Pavilion
many years before
great show - feels like he's played those songs many times before
easy, elastic and familiar

piddling

whittling away at the list of things to do
feeling like I'm hardly getting anywhere
wondering if I can see over the top
still more to do before I can walk through

Rachel's birthday

days before bombs exploded at the Boston Marathon
we explored dinner at Lenoir, as an impulse
and a couple of days later Terrance Mallick's To the Wonder

- life in all its fullness

pushes boundaries
causes us not to keep marching forward
but stop and think about the detritus dropping at our feet

life cut short after celebrating a great moment
actions completed without thought of a future
in the space of two hours, time to ponder
relationships
interactions
purpose

one life begun 22 years ago
on a Sunday in fact
with all these questions laid out before her