17 June 2009

Musing in the endless rain

It rains here in PA more than not. Deb said it’s like Seattle without the fun things to do. Nicely put. Mia has practice hours everyday for her dance performance coming up next week. This gives me hours to do nothing but sit in my car and wait. I know it sounds boring, but I’ve taken a zen-like approach, and have thought about everything under the…er clouds.

I think it was last month when Misty Mawn (check her blog if you haven’t) posted a poem that I loved. Today I was thinking how even in my disconnection to people, there are people who feel the same as I do. And in that way, I am connected. We all are. I’ve always felt that, but today it really connected for me. Now I will share the poem with you. Please share any thoughts.

The Art of Disappearing

by Naomi Shibab Nye

When they say Don’t I know you?

say no.

When they invite you to the party

remember what parties are like

before answering.

Someone telling you in a loud voice

they once wrote a poem.

Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.

Then reply.

If they say We should get together

say why?

It’s not that you don’t love them anymore.

You’re trying to remember something

too important to forget.

Trees. The monastery bells at twilight.

Tell them you have a new project.

It will never be finished.

When someone recognizes you in the grocery store

nod briefly and become a cabbage.

When someone you haven’t seen in ten years

appears at the door,

don’t start singing him all your new songs.

You will never catch up.

Walk around feeling like a leaf.

Know you could tumble any second.

Then decide what to do with your time.

mini at school 005 Our neighbors cooking what appears to be a Yak. *shudder* In the rain.

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