Thursday, June 14, 2012
My daughter sent me a text message that read: don't wait for the storm to be over, dance in the rain! Good advice and just what I needed at exactly that moment. She's trying to dance, too. No matter how distant in years and miles, mothers and daughters sometimes have a mysterious bond that asserts itself in unlikely times and places. I'm grateful - it wasn't my fate with my mother.
And then it got cool and rained a couple of days ago. My mind immediately flew to wool. Something other than the endless round of socks that I seem to be stuck in - as I am every summer. I rummaged around in my stash and came up with this lovely stuff.
And this is the end,
the car running out of road,
the long nose of the photographed horse
touching the white electronic line.
Billy Collins makes me think and laugh. This excerpt is from "Aristotle," in Sailing Alone Around the Room.