....since I last posted on this blog. But this past weekend a wonderful thing happened, which inspired me to begin posting again. I was lucky enough to be able to spend time with my niece Audrey - who was visiting with her family from Seattle. We had a chance to talk about life and art and the future and school. We even had the chance to do some work together (see our collaborative water color above)!! So our challenge will be to keep up on our blogs and pass some work back and forth between the middle coast and the west coast. If you are lucky (HA) we will share some of it here with you.
A friend of mine in Ireland sent me this poem today - and I love it. Like me, Michael Hefferman was born and brought up in Detroit.
Pietá
Everyone’s agenda’s different. Reaching between
ease and contrition, edges weaken, cohesion drifts.
For ages we have witnessed the same scene
through the same windows. Even the sky shifts
focus. The ground goes on being the ground.
Nothing is ever mentioned about ecstasies,
longings, renunciations, the peace we found
in momentary meadows darkening into trees.
We could fall into a crack in the countryside
and no one would catch on. We could combine
the mightiest things the human hand has made,
display them in the world’s greatest room.
Faces agape, we’d wander into the rain,
piecing together cab-fare to take us home.
by Michael Heffernanfrom 'The Breaking of the Day'(Salmon Poetry, September, 2012)
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