“Your body is away from me,
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.”
―Rumi

November river blur. I walked after writing and sending my weekly Aim for Astonishing writing prompt. I walk lighter on Sundays after this accomplishment. I wrote today, worked on the Chilmark poem and actually felt like I was getting somewhere. Trimming, trimming, trimming, focusing. It’s not there, I stopped when I was tired and felt like I am still pretty unclear about what it’s about. I lay awake, early this morning, for some time, just musing on it. And tonight, after I stopped writing, I began to have some inkling of discovery of where I’m going. I met with my siblings on Zoom tonight––all five of us. My sister had transferred the video of the 40th
anniversary party the five of us gave them. It was very emotional: to see and hear my mother and father, so long gone, so distant, and so present. I wanted to reach out and embrace them. And my Aunt Virginia, also long gone, I wanted to pull her out of the picture and sit her at my table and have coffee with her. Ahhhhh. We were so young––1994! This felt like just the right weekend to do this. It’s the first time in the pandemic we’ve all been on Zoom together, the five of us. I liked the intimacy of that: our five faces and voices. The visual of it. Really, it was as if the seven of us were all together––my parents too. That’s a very satisfying feeling.