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Life Arts    H4'ed 11/25/21

It was now (followed by a note on its writing)

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After our conversation in the backyard
You leave
I go back to work but my body says stop
I stop and sit
I edit my thoughts
The wind dies down
The news dies down
The siren fades
Into the cityscape
Of the dream you shared
A leaf falls
From the tree I am sitting under
I have thought enough

In my work clothes I rest
I slip into myself
I lift my eyes to the sky
And realize that the sun has set
I catch sight of the crescent moon
And hear the first goose calling
I see them and stand
To try and count them
But stop
They are too many
Watching them disappear
I think
Of what I meant to tell you

This poem joins two others: "It was before", and "It was after" to complete the triplet. Writing "It was now" felt like translation. I had to feel my way back into the mood of the first two poems before I could finesse the language, or phrasing. I had to try to remember what it felt like to write the first two that were, respectively, about (moving through) the moments leading up to, and the immediate aftermath of, a conversation that just happened. Technically the three poems are about navigating the letdown of, perhaps, a last or final conversation of a friendship or relationship. But they are collectively about allowing oneself to be healed by the passage of the larger cycles of time: the passing migration of a large flock of geese, the setting of the sun, the phases of the moon.

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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several nonfiction books, a collection of poetry, "Children to the Mountain" and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music" Over the last few years he has begun calling (more...)

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