and listen to the trees.
To me the sweetest music
is these branches in a breeze.
So imagine that the lovely moon
is playing just for you--
everything makes music
if you really want it to.
from Giraffes Can’t Dance
written by Andreae Giles
illustrated by Guy Parker-Rees
Orchard Books, 1999
Remember those disco balls from the 1970s and 80s? I’ve been vacillating between feeling like one and imagining Earth as one, radiating headlines.
So I’m sending you a poem this week, and I’m afraid, not much more.
A silver disco ball
suspended, slowly spins,
with clock-work precision.
I watch arrow-straight
beams shoot headlines
into endless space.
We feel the dissonance. We know all the angry words.
These last months have worked hard to tamp my outlook. Mostly I feel sad, unsettled, passive, quiet. Sometimes angry.
Back in March, I looked forward to so many cancellations. Time to myself. Ahhh!
Now I’m searching for my equilibrium, looking for that place of optimism where I used to like to spend my time. Looking for a reason to be useful.
I’m sure, just as that disco ball turns and turns, I’ll find myself in a better place, soon. Then, just like the giraffe in today’s quote, I’ll also dance again. Meantime, I’ll start a gratitude list.
That’s all for now!
-—stay curious! (and keep dancing)