rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


We definitely won't be seeing the eclipse here tonight. I can only tell it is happening by the absence of the brighter spot in the clouds the full moon usually produces even on a rainy night. Perhaps once the eclipse is over I will see that bright spot again, but there will be no more lunar eclipses here until 2021. Odds are pretty good I won't be around for that one.

The day was not as rainy as expected, and I walked over to Trader Joe's to replenish my beer supply and pick up a couple other items. There are some things there that aren't outrageously expensive. I picked up a can of grated Parmesan and Romano cheese to put on my spaghetti tonight, and it was pretty good. I also bought a package of their store brand taco seasoning mix, which I might try later this week.

Other than that it was an uneventful day, as most of them are anymore. I looked at rescued cat photos on the Internet and drank an extra bottle of beer with dinner. Now I'm ready to go read something in lieu of seeing English people murdering one another on television. Last time I was in the Goodwill store they had a couple of Harry Potter books on the shelf, so I bought them. The first was not among them, so I'm starting with the second. The stories are familiar to me since one of the cable channels I used to get ran the series of movies a couple of times last summer.

I can't recall if I've ever posted any of Mary Oliver's poems here. She died a few days ago, so if I haven't posted any it's about time I did.

Sunday Verse

In Blackwater Woods

by Mary Oliver

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.


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