Saturday, March 7, 2020

Hillsborough River March 7, 2020

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ninety nine

Try to imagine what it is like 
Turning ninety nine years old 
Still lively despite many infirmities
Cheerful despite sadness from many losses. 

This is Rosie we are lucky to know
Who has her wits about her when speaking to us
Telling amazing stories of past people and places
Whose bright eyes catch ours when we visit.

She includes herself among the fortunate
“A lifelong recipient of bona fortuna” she says
As we are fortunate she is with us today 
Smiling to see us happy together.. 

How fitting that she is named Rosie
With her upbeat outlook setting the mood 
Never mind the particulars of her circumstances 
It's enough to know it's not easy being old.

I write for myself but I write for her too
Knowing she'll tell me directly what she thinks 
Usually approving and sometimes giving high praise
“Really loved this one. Smiled the whole way through!”

Oh such encouragement do we ever get enough 
Giving generously she is a presence in our lives
What's not to love in such a beautiful person
Someone we hope has a wonderful next year.

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

limpkins cri de coeur



A pair of limpkins working methodically along the shore 
Hungry birds probing busily for clams and snails 
Focused on feeding themselves as I watch them
Walking on stilt legs across the way the other morning.

At night their calls reverberate penetrating the walls
If you happen to wake and listen in the darkness 
A piercing scream that would be a howl of lament
If a person were the source of that sorrowful sound.

This morning one was standing a few feet away
At the water's edge just behind our house
While the other cried out nearby protesting
Continuing its lifelong endless complaint.

I do not mind being their local audience
Welcoming their presence joining us here
Announcing themselves in their unmistakable way
Showing their skills shucking the shellfish. 

If a day goes by in silence without them
I look out over the water wondering where they are
Realizing I miss that emphatic shrieking squawk 
A noise that affirms nature thrives in this place.