I write Little Vines each week on a schedule, and so I sat down to work today. I just cannot really do it. My heart is very heavy and bewildered. I am angry, exhausted, and fearful. I grieve for the people in pain, and for what is happening to my nation and my state and my city, and for all the wrongs, past and present. As I think we all are, according to our situations.
I found that the few Vines I could come up with were more reflective of current events than usual for me. I try to maintain a certain detachment from exactly what is going on in the world, and comment from inside my Vines world on life in a more general way. Not possible for me today. I decided to post the few I have done and to return next week.
I’ve lived all my life believing in the future. That hope and faith make a difference, that kindness is important, and that I give my best effort in whatever I am doing.
However hard it is to do hang on to that belief now, I am promising here to do so, and that whatever work we have to do to make things better in this world, I will do my part. It is especially personal to me right now, because I will be becoming a grandmother next month, and a new person on this earth will be needing me to try.
Thank you all for reading this, for reading all my poetry, for all your encouragement, and for helping me keep going.
All right, here are the Vines from today.
hold a cool thin hand in your own
without needing to know
whose it is
even fingernails that scratch
it was no place for a caterpillar
but one was there anyway
determined to thrive
she wants the door knob
to turn she wants
to be doing the turning for a change
a rainy moody autumn-style
heavy dull ache
this summer just can’t shake off
and then I
wring out my memories
I’ll sit alone in the restaurant
but would it be prudent
even to enter its doors?
come home with me and the pink orchid
in the front window and the new baby
asleep in her room upstairs
come home with me