Sitting on the porch in the glorious morning sun. Goldfinches squabbling over something, swirling through the sky. Spider webs rainbow shiny. Birds everywhere.
Talking on the phone with my boy in the city.
He is at the World Trade Center.
I am at the edge of a tiny town of 700 souls.
Screaming sirens wail through the phone at my ear, and people shout and mumble, cars rumble, trucks grumble...the sounds of the city waking up.
And in my other ear I hear an Amish buggy clopping by. I can hear that the horse (like most Amish road horses) is dead lame and his trot is more of a three beat gait than two like it ought to be.
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Yeah.... I'd take your world. What's up with the lame horses? They oughta send some of those Amish kids to hoof school.
What Shirley said.
I'll bitch and moan about the early birds waking me up at 5 AM, but I'll take that over the sirens and traffic and city noises any day.
A moving prose poem, Marianne.
Always the question hovering . .
What is the place we've been sat down in?
So much mystery . . joy and pain . .
Shirley, there are branches of the Amish that take pride in their horses and keep them strong and handsome. however, we have quite a few of the use 'em and lose 'em variety in this area. They pound them down the pavement until they can't go any more and go get another one.
joated, listening to the sound on the other end of the telephone made me even more grateful for what is here on my end
Cathy, thanks, you have the right of it. Sometimes the pain is overwhelming and beyond and sometimes the beauty almost breaks my heart.
Yep, I'll take my squawking magpies over sirens any day!
Linda, a killdeer is screaming over the field behind the house and swooping down over the heifer yard. I am most grateful
Give me your life any day....
Linda
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