s applauds my bike-riding to the garage, to pick up my car
after he has spent the afternoon
inspecting the new
coming from the area under the trunk that I know to be the location of
now he shouts to me as I pull into the garage on my bike, so good to see people biking! he shouts because of his old ears
I shout back yes!
I say thatespecially this time of year its extra special to bike because I get to experience all of the spring smells
never thought of that he says loudly
I am thinking of the way here:
and the apple
and the ornamental cherry
and the magnolia
and the indian restaurant
and the pinks
and the reds,
and the recent rain on pavement
and someone grilling in their backyard
and then that moment of old garbage
on the corner of Hawley and route 9
stepping into the darkening woods from where I had just been collecting
handfuls of black-capped raspberries and wide open sky,
greeted by a hundred points of scattered
light flickering over the ferns and in between tree trunks.
a lightning bug spectacular.
what if this could be our way of celebrating july 4th instead of those booming light shows of independence?
straddling our bicycles
at the crosswalk of the traffic circle (roundabout) (rotary)
holding a lost (and now found) phone in our hands,
accessing the contacts list without a passcode,
and talking about the pros and cons of whether recent calls or favorites
would be a better place to start searching for the owner.
i wouldn’t want someone calling my most recent calls at 10:30pm on a monday night i say to r, so we go to favorites and we call wade.
when i decide that the (once in two years) (its been a long time) lunch date with c just isn’t enough hangout time on this brilliant weather day, so when she asks want to come sailing with me and my brother? i say
it would be different if one of us was very big, n says but we’re not , as we decide to go out on the water together this time, three of us on the littlest sail boat i have ever seen that he had just taken down from the roof of his (small) car and assembled in the sand, with the help of a red-faced pot-bellied jet-skier
i am wearing a pair of c’s boxer shorts that we find in the heap of a closet /otherwise known as the back of her car, (leftover from her latest move from nola), since i mistakenly didn’t come prepared for this adventure
watching the south bound amtrak train glide past us on its tracks along the river, noticing how small and peaceful it’s giant loud machinery looks from my new vantage point on the water
talking to the baby seven weeks! the way i would talk to an adult while c is bouncing her to soothe the crying sleep is your best option
driving to dance with ar
letting all of the other cars pass us as we slowly climb up a giant hill,
re-listening to a segment of the podcast On Being, when Krista Tipett interviews Brian Greene about quantum physics and the Higgs Boson particle, (which I had never heard of before today)
the part when Brian Greene describes how any elementary particle gains mass only through interaction– the burrowing through an invisible web surrounding us all of the time –Higgs field , and i can’t help but whoop because it seems particularly spiritual and based in relationships, and similar to the conversations I had last year with kichwa- lamista people in the high amazon of peru,
in not so many words.
swinging barefoot on the sticky floor of the dance hall, taking advantage of any natural pause in the music to wipe the sweat off of my face with my dress sleeve
the frogs in the abandoned beaver swamp
punctuate the otherwise thick silence of saturday morning with their
i am surprised and pleased when the glass jar half full of quarters nickels and dimes in the passenger door frame (pressed up against the car speaker)
beat with the blasting music (bluegrass) as I drive down rt 20 east in the dark
James Baldwin is speaking too fast for me to commit
all of his beautiful words, in the order that he says them, to memory
and I can’t press rewind because I’m in a movie theater,
on a monday.
and the ladies sitting behind me gasp often and say how true at least 5 times.
responsibility, witness, responsible, us, black, white, America, grow, if, you are, we are, I am, witness.
holding tight onto the steering wheel I am
shouting for a possum whose body I heard felt
thud as it jammed into my
front right wheel and car
underside I don’t even know which part of what and then it was over
and now there is the urge to start over maybe
retrace the dark shadows and find the limping legs or at least some
blood but it is past my bed time, I haven’t eaten dinner, and I am still driving forward shouting for two of us.