#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Waiting for Rain, Late Afternoon

. . . Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize

you are. What a lucky sack of stars.

~ Excerpt from “At Last the New Arriving,” by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Summer, summer, summer––what joy to wake into a summer day. Not too hot yet, I take Charlie, early, ‘round the property, to the River, to the brook, and then leave him indoors to cool off, because I am taking my bike to my friend’s dock. And my daughter meets us there too, for swim and meditation and stretching. I write, taking some notes on a new poem that is quite unformed. Still, I brainstorm thoughts, reaching for memory and emotion. Need a draft by Friday! I swam around the island and felt refreshed, then off on a longer ride home on my bike. I manage to eek out a few potential lines, to start this poem that I’m not sure will come. But I start, hoping. Trusting inspiration. Trusting I will find a way. I am working on not my usual computer - which is suddenly on the blink. My fingers feel awkward on keys, my display is different. I try to ground myself anyway. And write. In the late afternoon my dear friend comes by for ice tea and a long talk. We are both going to be first grandmothers soon. A continuation of our special bond. The clouds build and threaten rain. But they do not bring it. The watering must be done. My youngest drops in and I go for a late afternoon swim with both of them, except I don’t swim, I rest in a beautiful breeze sweeping over the pond and ruffling me up.

Morning Charles River