One Day

One More Day

Another Day

That is all it was,

Just a day.

Rotating Earth,

Makes a day,

Same place tomorrow

Turn around

Mandala.

He Could not say much much and

We held hands,

He could not focus,

More blind than not.

He understood a little

and lost the rest,

Each conversation a struggle,

I understood some, said,"What?" a lot.

I told him I was there to visit,

and we were leaving to go home,

My home of the last 30 years,

This was the home of my first 20.

I longed to hear profound words,

philosophy of the Postman,

My Dad.

Word salad on the menu,

Failing connections,

Puzzling looks, squinting eyes,

Me longing to hear his dissent again,

Of living in"the home"

Instead the words,

Calm and relaxed,

One More Day,

He said.

It was one more day we had together,

Seized for the moment,

Transient and Fleeting,

Plain as Day,

 Plain Day on the Plains,

It was

One More Day

Father's Day

I will remember that the one Sunday a year that Dad would answer the phone was
Father's Day,
As I held his thin frail hand,
I remembered him taking me to the old IGA on Main Street,
The older IGA before the other old IGA,
It had those creaky wooden floors.
Dad told me to get the cereal I liked,
My heart smiling,
Second thought,
Any cereal?
Yes, he told me by his dry subtle smile.
Cocoa puffs, I picked,
My box.
I will never forget.

Travelogue for the Universe: Halls of Shame

One more..all for tonight...

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Travelogue for the Universe: Sprachlos

I am going to post a few more then let it rest for a few days...
from the archives...

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Travelogue for the Universe: Cross Hairs

Oh it was a difficult time.
I tried to describe how it felt when the Town of .Monkton,Vermont was going to sell my property without one town official notifying me. My former lawyer never warned me. In fact, he was the lawyer who closed on land trust land abutting my swamp lot. He was at parties at my old house that he closed on. No, people do not have to be kind or ethical, esp.lawyers and town officials. Yes, disillusionment still never fails to hit me broadside. Even now.meg

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Travelogue for the Universe: Change in the Weather

Replay from days past but not forgotten....

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Travelogue for the Universe: Earth

i looked again at my bad dream painting,
bringing back the memories of the time the town was going to take my property for taxes, penalties, paid 9 months late.
i felt so small, alone.
replaying some posts from those days.
preparing to post the letters i have sent the town.



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Psalm Challenge 108

^{Psalm Challenge 108}

mary's bad dream

¹² Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man.

¹³ Through God we shall do valiantly: for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.

King James Version by Public Domain

Visions of Future's Gate

Visions of Future's Gate

Started staring at Future's Gate,

Out of focus, blurry, fuzzy,strange,

I could not recognize the shape, the color, the net reality,

Once I thought I saw the future,

Was it a mirage?

Then the images gone

so fast.

Was there any point

In staring longer

at the gate,

Would the vision

Reappear?

Then the future crept close slowly,

Then All at once or so it seemed,

On towards the end,

To become the present

And Future's Gate

Eluded me

Again.

Friday musik for Dad

Dad, I loved to watch you listen to Big Band Music....esp Glenn

his hand

I held his hand

once so powerful,

now a weak and frail hand.

all the hard times

honed his core of strength,

now his strength is a burden

keeping him from joining mom.

go see mom he kept saying,

i could not remind him,

she is gone,

was it torture?

no just the painful to watch

dwindles of an old man.

how can I,

I thought,

make all this better?

for him, me, everyone?

I am at a loss, too close to him,

all i could do was hold his hand,

breathe in his pain and suffering,

and exhale slowly

visualizing his serenity and peace at last.