Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I wanted to write about spring but...

It's Spring...
and as one of my favourite poets,
e.e. cummings said,
"the world is mud luscious
and puddle wonderful..."

I've been simply muddled...

Sadness happened once again...
Ariana must face the possibility
of losing her dearest friend, Arlo...
and, she's the one in charge...

This is her first experience of this sort
and nothing teaches us how to handle it...
or what is right and what is wrong
because there is no right or wrong...
It's all instinct...

And...there are a lot of ands...
She's afraid...
She's angry...
She's physically overwhelmed
with her own situation at this moment...

I search my memory,
my heart,
reaching deep inside myself
for words that are not a cliche...

I have an aversion to being trite...
I get all prickly at the thought...
To me silence is more palatable..

So I'm standing at what I call
an edge of place...
A Mom desperate
for an answer...

I look up at the sparkling Spring night sky...
I stare into the face of the moon...

I imagine my child,
though she is all grown up,
at this moment I only see a sad
and frightened little girl...

Ariana has always been fearless...
should I remind her of that now?

My mind wanders aimlessly,
anxiously, trying to grab onto
something floating in the cool night air...

I'm surrounded by nothingness...

And then the simple truth comes to me
wrapped in nothing
but it's ancient, timeless magic...

All Ariana needs to hear me say is
I love you, Dootie Bug...

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