Friday, November 6, 2009
In the Moment
Here's the deal, today. Have been think writing poems about the many things that have happened in the last week, since Theo Smalling's death, the shooting at Ft. Hood and Florida, the discovery of bones, 5 years worth, in a rapist's home in Cleveland, so much more, but it is daunting, the task of being the poet, the task of giving the testimonial to make sense of it. I think, and I think and haven't written yet. So I have to think about what was beautiful that happened instead. Tonight, Friday, my husband brought me my favorite Nina Simone CD. I only had the cassette tape, and he brought me Nina. Then he cooked, on a Friday. African red-red and plantains. And he smiled his warm, I-love-you-for-you smile. So that is good. Purely good. And I'll hang on to that for tonight and tomorrow. Maybe I will write something tomorrow, a new poem for the Nov. 13 reading at Selden Arcade. DT Norfolk. Maybe I'll read something about Theo. Something hopeful, something redemptive for those of us left behind. Thanks bwb. I'll try to write twice again.