“Cranes
cover long distances leaving land storms behind.” -
Edwin Way Teale
These words bring me peace. I think of the people I miss. I’m living through the land storm. There is peace.
It’s funny to think of my mother
flying. Finally. How many times did I tell her that her
bloomers were in danger of pulling the clothes line out of the ground? Talk about fuel economy. My god, where did she ever buy those
things? My mother, the crane. But I have
to give her credit. She was smart to fly
away from the storm.
Gardeners have a saying about almost
everything. Clematis, a plant with
flowers cultivated on another planet: “Sleeps its first year.” “The second year, it creeps” and, “the third
year it leaps.” Grief’s a lot like
clematis. I got one for Lynn because she
missed Ro. Ro’s family didn’t take care
of the garden and eventually, they pulled it all out. There went Ro’s clematis. Besides being a tradition you can hand down
and grow in your garden, flowers can remind you about the way things can work
with grief. Grief holds you down. Down
like a wave. First your spirit sleeps.
Wasn’t it Melville that wrote “doom is darker than any sea dingle”? You feel the doom.
Then life begins to seduce you. It has an allure like the spring. Remember, the first brush of color on the
trees? Whether you want to breathe or
not, spring seduces you.
There
are so many words for seduce, like entice, invite, even wheedle and inveigle
mean seduce. I didn’t know there were
so many words for it until I felt as if I too had died and then life began, one
way and another, to seduce me to join in.
First you sleep, then creep, then you leap.
the
wild blue poem series is comprised of two sections. the first is grief, the
second is resilience. this is the section called “II Resilience”. the entire
book is available through Amazon Kindle at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E2UU19O
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