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Clues
ReplyDeleteThroughout the months with Sean, I can't see there weren't clues. Lots of clues, really. Hints and indicators of what would eventually unravel on September 14 and change my life forever.
People use that phrase so easily--"change my life forever." Kind of melodramatic. Kind of cliche. That's what I used to think. Maybe I didn't want to believe a single event had that sort of power. Not in my life anyway. I don't like to consider how close I might be to everything falling apart. I don't want to be that poor soul on the early evening local news, that sad individual that recites the phrase that is such a disaster favorite: "I didn't think it could happen here."
No one cares to ponder how close we are every day, every moment of our lives, to "it happening here." Whatever cataclysmic "it" is. If we knew how close the darkness waited for that opening, that crack in our daily armor, we might find it too grim to be up for the daily battle.
Catherine Powers
August 26, 2013
[personal goal for Sept prompts: exercise and expose the positive]
ReplyDeleteNo Evidence
A purple balloon rolled past,
pushed by an invisible wind
or invisible hands.
We were visiting her grave
as we do on most holidays.
Today was her birthday.
IS her birthday.
(The date's still the same, isnt' it?
Is this about emotions
or grammar?)
We are supposed to say
"It's a coincidence"
because we are supposed to be
blind
to
the supernatural and
the transcendent and
that which cannot be touched
or measured
or, ultimately,
controlled.
We are supposed to say:
"There is no EVIDENCE
that this balloon --
floating by
at this particular time
in this particular place
in that particular color
(her favorite)
is anything more
than a simple coincidence."
I,
staring across the abyss
(long ago crossed)
to the place
where Logic
and Reason
reign supreme
and enforce their
charmingly naive
"understanding" of things,
simply smile and
and laugh,
"ah yes!
There IS no evidence.
But there are CLUES!"
- Mike Fedel
September, 2013