My grandfather was here

Over 16,000 years ago a glacier retreat left behind a rocky landscape in southern New England. Then roughened rocks were smoothed by forces of water, debris and other weathering influences.

I am drawn by the beauty of these rocks. The sculptural elements mesmerize. The sun’s rays make a warm seat with no cushion. The river flowing is the soundtrack for meditation.

There is comfort in the sight of things that were here before us and will remain long after. It gives perspective in turbulent times. Our relatives lived through dreadful diseases, world wars, poverty and hunger.

The hope is that fresh minds will bring a kinder and more equitable world order. Much depends on the values we pass on. Our children will run the world long after we are gone. Rocks can be smoothed after a glacial assault.

Image by Gerhard Gellinger on Pixabay.

The solitary skater

The young child skating feels the cold on her face and fingertips. Her ankles are strong and seldom tire. The pine trees are fragrant, and set against a blue sky. The ice is bumpy and littered with snow. She’ll skate for an hour with the sun blinding her movements. She’s not afraid to fall. When her toes begin to chill, she knows to walk home before her feet lose feeling. That is all that she is thinking.

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Cuffs and claustrophobia

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I would prefer this flannel shirt if it didn’t have buttons on the cuffs. Actually, I may start a fashion trend wearing my cuffs unbuttoned and just flapping at the wrists. I have also just rolled the cuffs up once or twice and felt less constricted.

Just like I could wear that dress that doesn’t have a belt around the middle, and the sweater that doesn’t touch my neck. Or the jeans that don’t cramp my ankles. Or panty hose that won’t rip when putting them on. Camisoles that won’t put one in momentary panic when they get stuck on your head as you pull them on. Please give me a zipper on those torture shirts!

Clothing that inhibits movement and breathing are causing me to lose patience rapidly. If I were a fashion designer, I know a few “non-negotiables” I would institute. Alas, I’m not, so I just have to be more careful with my choices, and repurpose things to fit my style.

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The peace left behind

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The last time I felt peace
I was standing
Under a grey November sky
Walking to see the beavers
Building a dam of mud and stick

At 15, and old enough to
Appreciate naked trees
My father pointed out
The progress of the dam
Some things can be measured

The grey sky muted the light
And the New England breeze chilled

I was comfortable in this skin once

Today my thoughts spin so fast
That a lassooing wrangler
Must tackle them at night
As they run, like cattle
At breakneck speed

Each day, bright lights
Dripping sweat, blinding sun
Slammed down by blunt force
No pooled waters of
The life I left behind

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Marching On

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My tribe scatters far
But what came before
Marches on

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Restless children walk
Caisson procession
Small girl falls

Rifles and bagpipes
A crisp folded flag
He fought the good fight
We stand tall

A power unknown
Memories deeper
United through miles
Tribal bond

Meeting just today
We walked the same grounds
Lilac in springtime
Yellow corn

Passed to another
Ideals and passion
Righteous with valor
Marching on

A tribute to my uncle Edward L. Burnham
Held rank of Colonel with the United States Air Force
Laid to rest in Arlington this April

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