RainbowYou blazed,
you shone,
brilliant colors banded across the sky south to north
redorangeyellowgreenblueindigoviolet,
vast, glorious, rose-glow below.
Bright sun, a boom of thunder, then torrents
drenching anyone caught unaware.
But oh, look west, and stand mouth agape,
a turkey prepared to drown,
if that’s what it takes to live this moment.
60 seconds, no more (no less!),
the vision disappears, the impression lasts,
the now-grey day anything but dull.
I haven’t been here for a while. It turns out that recovering from a broken wrist feels like a full-time job. On top of my full-time job. So I’ve had little energy for writing. This poured out of me a couple of days ago, though, as I read and exercised my hand in the early-morning hours.
Stretch
Counting blessingsI walked a mile today.
Normally I wouldn’t balk at five; today just one was a victory.
My phone’s autocorrect turns poem into
po em
as I type a social media post about the poems (about poetry!) I read today.
My blog’s autocorrect turns po into
P.O. as I type this now. Continue reading
There was a series of four photos that hung on my parents’ wall when I was growing up, all taken on one day, Easter morning, when I was about 5 years old. They showed my sister and me in our brand-new Easter dresses, posing with two friends, a sister and brother who lived up the road from us–the girl my sister’s age and the boy mine. I remember one picture of all four of us, and I think there was one of just my sister and me; I don’t remember the details of the other two. Continue reading
It’s Saturday night, and I just watched the Loyola (Chicago) Ramblers lose their semifinal NCAA basketball game to Michigan. These guys were Chicago’s team, and they became America’s team by ignoring their #11 seed and taking down opponent after opponent on their way to the Final Four.
I’m going to go out on a limb and say no one actually thought they could get to the Final Four. But they did, and they made their 98-year-old team chaplain, Sister Jean, America’s favorite nun—hell, America’s favorite college basketball figure, period—in the process.