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November 27, 2019
In the Birdseye Diner
By Gary Lindorff
This poem is about a mother's blessing. It is also an attempt to capture a moment in time, but what time that is, is not exactly clear.
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Songs from the 50s playing softly.
Lights in the diner warming
As the natural light outside
Darkens toward 4:30.
All 19 shiny stools are empty.
A couple at a booth
At the far end of the dining area
Are getting up to pay their bill.
The white-haired bearded man
Stands by the exit
Bobbing to the music
While his wife pays.
I can hear the cook in the back
Talking to the help.
I just paid my Medicare premium
More or less on time.
Chunk of money.
After my coffee
I am heading for the gym
In the next town
For an hour workout
On the machines,
Trying to maintain
The strength I still have.
It's a losing proposition;
Age forgives no debt.
I am wearing an old leather
Flight jacket with a
Mother's prayer embroidered
Into the lining of the back.
It's very sweet, with roses
Twining around a banner
Highlighting "MOTHER".
The blessing begins, "There's
A dear little House inviting,
In a dear little Place I know,
And a welcome
Is always waiting
When to that little house
I go." I have been thinking
Of my own mother lately.
She raised me in the 50s
When these songs were current
And she was still
Doing the jitterbug.
She taught me to honor
All life. Raised me
Not to kill a fly.
Left me with a lot of questions.
She also inadvertently
Taught me to love coffee.
She would cut my toast
Into strips called "soldiers"
Which I would dunk
In my father's cup. I
Loved the bitter taste.
It's dark out now.
The general store and gas station
Are all lit up.
Time to leave. This poem
Is going nowhere.
But I think
I'll just keep it as it is
Suspended in the Birdseye.
(Article changed on November 27, 2019 at 23:32)
Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.
He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.