Thursday, September 20, 2012
Lone Ranger - Morning Thoughts 2
The crows were so loud this morning that I woke up laughing.
Two books of poetry came in the mail yesterday, Space in Chains by Laura Kasischke and Collected Poems by Jack Gilbert. I say they came in the mail as if I had nothing to do with it, as if they had arrived, winged, and sit, patiently waiting their turn.
Rub my back, he said, out of sleep, and I did thinking a good start might thwart the inevitable drama of his imagination.
Life is hard for Oliver, fraught with obstacles. For Henry, it's a coast. I have nothing to do with either.
If I could, I'd gently turn Sophie's head to the left where she rarely resides, ease her into a different view. A difficult morning, and she still gets up to walk, my heart splintered, my own head like an owl's.
The planet tilts just so in September, the Lone Ranger calls the new, old light from the east at 7:08 am.
Posted by Elizabeth at 8:52 AM
Labels: Henry, lone ranger, musings, Oliver, Sophie
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I love these snippets of your family life, even if the tone is sombre at times. I hope you enjoy those poetry books.ReplyDelete
Greetings from London.
Morning poem of the colors of this life.ReplyDelete
So lovely, Elizabeth.
Hi Ho, Silver, and away! Come visit me, you amazing writer, you.ReplyDelete
Those needs that need meeting even from the first break of day - and the Lone Ranger stands ever readyReplyDelete
and your morning thoughts are poetry.ReplyDelete
I love that you can laugh at the crows and not throw a book at them. And I love the observation of your boys, I have one of each, too - one who fights through life and the other who sails along.ReplyDelete