Disco-Mania

Listen to the swinging grass
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
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    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.

                                  Disco-Mania
                              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)