Spring Equinox 2023

 

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)