My day was going pretty well, until I found out that my one of my best friends was in a bad mood. One of her family friends had passed over the weekend. I felt so sorry for her. But, there was really nothing that I could do at the moment.
So I’ve decided that I will make her brownies for herself and her family to enjoy.
But, in the meantime (while the brownies are in the oven), I wrote a poem. Not really related to the tragic day, but you may be able to catch a glimpse of my thoughts.
There are so many voices in my head – the only way I know how to keep them all straight is to write poems. My train of thought may run off the tracks a bit, but that is what traffic lights are for. 🙂
Names and Lost Songs
The river flows through and through, consistent with the tribal words that sing into the night
But the riverbank no longer hears the sounds of the many ghosts that whisper in its ear
It cannot remember the names of those who were only recently forgotten
If it weren’t just a river, it would have gone all the way into the larger sequences
It held on tight to the names it remembers
Although the river moved into the heart of the riverbank
The lyrics to the tribal song were flowing into its mind
It has not lost the names
The names of the souls who had returned
Returned to the riverbank, where so many were saved, but so many forgotten