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)