Untitled (Quantum Connection)
Mixed Media on Paper
10” x 12” Ruth Ann Howden
(I’m thinking of this as an extension of the Entanglement Series I did last year)
hand moving across paper
searching for the mark
vivid in my mind’s eye
to express the dance I reel inside
while standing still
Overtime
On my cake this year: 81 candles.
I'll blow all two of them out –
while that Victory Song is sung again.
If this were a ball game, I'm in overtime
and curiosity holds me here.
A nun in France just died at 118 years.
What? Wait, a possible 30 years more? I’m appalled, yet fascinated.
Time enough to see the climate crisis unfolding.
But will I still know anyone so I can say,
" See, I told you.”
or more hopefully,
“Oh, I’m wrong again."
Perhaps the tools that got us into this mess
will be enough to get us out.
But, I truly doubt it.
Over time, of course I've been wrong, but as I see it,
mostly I got life right. Guided by that inner-seed holding both the past & future.
Over time, I've changed my mind and
changed direction and
changed location.
But not because I was wrong.
It was just time, the need to be transplanted.
If I'm around another 30 years
I'll probably have to do that all again.
Changing my mind over time,
changing my direction and changing my location.
My mind continues, as always,
working overtime.
TWO FRIENDS _ ONE PERFECT DAY
an orchid bouquet
shedding petals like starlight
flagrant disarray
~
a friend is one
who remembers the name
of a local bookstore after fifty-odd years
and then sends me a bookmark from it
In memory of Roz Casad: June 27, 1947 - February 14, 2023
She charmed with her fantastic imagination, always a delight, sorely missed
(Roz is seated at left front, at Moloka'i Red Dirt Writers meeting Pre-Covid)
