Reckoning

Playing with Facebook tonight, and staying up too late.  I am thinking about how fast the world is turning, how short the days are and how few, and still, here I am, sending my words into the night, doing this when maybe I should be doing that.  Who knows?  And still I keep on trying.  Poco said that.

Went to hear/see David Budbill read tonight at Bear Pond Books in Montpelier. Bought the new book of poems. He makes me smile. I told him I have been working instead of working, devoting myself to crafting bureaucratic memos. He said there is art in that too, or something like that. He reminds me of how much I enjoy making poems. As if I could ever really forget.

It's nice out here on the screen porch watching the day fade. It was very warm and summery today, and it's not going to cool down much tonight.

This is for you. When you wonder why, think of the peony in bloom by the front walk, the cardinal proclaiming his place in the maple tree, the jogger with her golden retriever. This is the day, live it.