No Thing New

I drove to town today
or what passes for
looking for some action
trying to keep from being bored
should have known.
All I found was the usual,
this place can be such a drag,
actually less than that,
not even a drag.
Have to work up to drag!
In the old church
now turned into a gallery,
hobby display for artsy types,
was only the clerk for the gift store,
who spent a few moments chatting,
thinks me pathetic I'm sure,
until two ladies with buying potential
wandered through the doors.
I left then.
My exciting morning had been spent,
repair man at the house,
trying to divine my dishwasher's....
I surveyed the intersection,
people stopping at the light
turning toward the city.
No one at the library,
doors closed tight.
What passes for a schedule
in this place
amazes me! This is a poor community,
no forty hour weekly workers here
unless you're with the school board.
So I just headed for home,
but when I got there
I just sat in my car.
My husband finally wandered out
and looked surprised
to find me sitting there.
There's an opening at the gallery tonight.
I'm going.
"Do you want me to go?" he said.
Suit yourself,
it's not going to be much
except,
maybe a chance.

Watermark

How high did it come?
See the mark just here?
Thats how high it came,
not as high as last year,
high enough I s'pose!

Like life,
over time the highs and the lows,
the crest of the water leaves a mark
so that those that come after can know
just how high
that water did go.

The water in my life
through one storm or another
life giving,
life taking,
leaving its mark,
a line or some evidence of loss
across a visage sixty plus.

The beauty of old age,
a friendly sage told me
just today,
is we're allowed our cynicism.
"Some beauty!"
was my reply.

late life job quest: Sandhill Cranes Come To Call

late life job quest: Sandhill Cranes Come To Call: When the bugle sounds,I know the Sandhill Cranes have arrived, when I see them land, it makes me smile. They land like a parachutist, legs s...

Sandhill Cranes Come To Call

When the bugle sounds,I know the Sandhill Cranes have arrived,
when I see them land, it makes me smile.
They land like a parachutist, legs splayed out ahead,
but never a tumble, they are grace on stilt legs.
With forward bending knees they approach their spot,
They know they are welcome and they bugle “what's up”.
“Good morning” I call as they strut and pose.
They show me their profile and wary gold eye.
I must provide a bird seed buffet, but they are my prize,
with their magnificent size and their wings’ six foot span,
their fluffy gray plumage, and their little red hats.
Walking like an Egyptian frieze.
Such an elegant bird!
Mother Nature’s yard art!
So these three come to call, mom, dad and baby in tow.
Soon they’ll be on the nest and the baby will go
off to find his own Sandhill mate…….
Hope next year we’ll get to see a few more.