Friday, January 1, 2016

2016

After two days and nineteen hours driving the interstate
After two Mexican restaurant dinners and a free breakfast
We are resting in a hotel room in Jacksonville
And you still have the energy to play on New Year’s Eve.

Like young children we are free now to amuse ourselves
Discovering whatever fun and interesting things to do
Traveling south to a warm place to spend the winter
Where we will be active exploring nature preserves.

On this night we talk about the arbitrary caprice of the calendar
As compared to Tet or Rosh Hashanah or any other demarcation
Remembering a very good year for us doing and being together
Looking forward to revisiting favorite places and experiencing new.

I am reading about the historical process of change in language
How the English irregular verbs are getting modernized
The past tense formed with the regular verb –ed suffix
Not the vowel change that was the ancient verb structure.

The last to go are the most common verbs, lingering expressions
As we speak of ringing in the New Year, I picture large old bells
That were rung by pulling on ropes to sound the celebration
While today it is the telephone that rings to make connections.

The incoming call sound made by a cellphone isn’t really a ring
Unless you select that option for a retro jangling noise
But it is still called a ring tone, using throwback nomenclature
That phone sometime in the future will be said to have ringed.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

post xmas play at 5

album

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

The Feast of Lights

Irish chocolate steamed pudding with hard sauce
The Feast of Lights so ancient a celebration
Following the winter solstice as the sun creeps up
Long before the medieval church conclave
Determined to coincide that birth date with Yule.

The promise of life everlasting
How sweet like a sugar plum fairy
As real as Santa Claus flying reindeer
The believers enjoy their happy thoughts.

Virgin birth as a form of parthenogenesis
Something that garter snakes can do
Like the one in the myth of the Garden of Eden
Manifesting the female power of creation.

Everyone dies of course
Individual lives are transient moments
Life goes on like an endless progression of waves
No matter that it is not all about us.

There is no joy to the world in false promises
Though the future is very bright indeed
When science increases our understanding
How to make the world a better place.