Note: Since I did not read the prompt carefully, I made a mistake, which I will try to remedy. I wrote the poem that was waiting to be written...then as I read a few poems by others, I began to realize, I didn't really understand what was being asked. Back to the drawing board or to the computer to make it right.
It is autumn, my favorite time of year. I have been sleeping a little later, the sun rises before
I do. Coffee and flour tortilla, then take the cat for a walk. So like a dog, he strains at the leash, wants to run ahead, everything fresh...and new.
Memories of the night before, gathering with friends, celebrating the holiday of labor, and now it all begins...again. I awoke, someone saying, just a short time until the mid-term elections, and the hearings begin today, that will take the courts back to the 1950's. I don't know about you, but this is not what I expected in my old age. On this brilliant morning, everything seems bleak.
Walk the cat in the morning
Inspite of the brilliance
Everything seems bleak
The Morning Appears Out of Darkness
The morning is a new beginning
A “do over”
Another chance to get it “right”
The morning appears out of darkness
The sun rises over Taos Mountain
Lights the world
Everything fresh and new
And yet… a box of memories
So much we think
We have lived through
Dealt with
Put away
Stored in the attic
And quiet unexpected
The memories
March forward in formation
Dressed in their little uniforms
They present themselves
As if for the first time
Demand our attention
They do not want to be left behind
They want to be a part of this new day
Unlike statues of stone
They do not crumble
They will remain as long as we do
They are past, present and future
Old stories that go back to our beginning
September 4, 2018
