it began with a reunion in minneapolis a celebration of our 75 birthday years high-schoolers grandparents like me re-newing the sparks the next day maudlin-like i drive home to our farm thankful for her who graces my life who waited wisely for me to grow up in the morning i visit our pool and there it is a body lying on the bottom a young rabbit drowned and instantly it is 50 years ago and it am at the river bank under the bridge a policeman on the diving team i lower myself into the current and slowly descend i see them a couple sitting in the sportscar safety belts attached waiting for me to carry them to shore locked in time that october evening upright and parked some things never to be forgotten two youths and a rabbit drowned.
Sept 23, 2013
we see them two swans on the pond south of us we look for their faithful arrival each year a couple each year they mate and hatch a young or two the chicks never seem to make it they are gone much too soon and yet each year we see them faithfully arrive but this year only one has settled on the pond he swims and nests across from where they made their home not approaching that sacred place will he be back next year? to visit these memories of their youth? to see their nest again now but a remnant in the changing landscape of these breathtaking hills and valleys?
SPRING BROOK rocks & watercress it’s spring our birthday and the birds have returned and the buds appeared and yet is our love any different? any less dependable? or less consistent? i think not you are like spring to me each day warm fragrant & expectedly unexpected.