Sunday, April 11, 2021
Here’s a ‘poem in ink’, written on-the-spot this morning, and in ink, so I can’t revise it. Like the present moment, it is what it is.
And here’s a poem I hand-wrote, probably 40 years ago, about my son Jamie:
Yesterday, I took an invigorating bike ride – just 6 miles, but as fast as I could pedal, around and around a beautiful neighborhood in Mystic, including some long, gradual hills. I was bushed at the end, but also inspired by this beautiful crowd of golden daffodils.
On our walk in the Peace Sanctuary this morning, we came upon this shattered tree trunk. Delycia paused and studied it for awhile, and then told me it made her sad because it reminded her of the countless lives and families that have been shattered in the past year. We both stared in silence at the pieces of wood for a few moments, before continuing our walk.