A full moon lunar orb tinged with pink
shows up just to verify
I am able to see it.
Weeks of up and down waves kind of had a crashing effect
and hearing of yet another loved one’s passing
challenges our courage once again.
Of course he’s not suffering any more
but Jesus, this was a guy
who never forgot your husband’s everlovin’ birthday.
They were fishing partners for 20 years.
The guys had routines
with profound conversations:
“I hear the fish are biting down at the channel.”
“Oh yeah? I didn’t have much luck on Thursday.”
“Well I caught a couple stripers the other day.”
“Really? Whadja use for bait?”
“Want to go out tomorrow?”
“Sure I’ll pick you up.”
You know how men are. Deep.
So when the guys are out Mama gets to read a book at home in peace and quiet
and putter around in the garden, call a friend or two…
see how the kids are doing.
Once in a while she goes along, knowing that ‘one more cast’
means another hour
so mostly she stays home and goes from her book
to watching 48 Hours and then she starts worrying.
There might be a crazy person out there.
But she doesn’t want to bother them out at the lake.
He calls faithfully.
He always does.
“We’re comin’ in. Got a few.”
They were both honorable that way.
God, death is a mean one.
I knelt softly on the mossy earth
tending to my dreams,
not this time I whispered
my feet can’t leave the ground
even when my heart is over the treetops.
It’s nothing a good nap won’t solve.
Journal prompt: Write about how life events affect you, such as the death of a friend. Have you ever had a temporary fear of flying or of travel? What about procrastination?
Discussion: Often in journal writing we are able to uncover subconscious factors that emerge when we are talking about random things. Say for example you’re uneasy about something but you just can’t figure out why. Later on you have an ah-ha moment that gives you insight. You’re needed at home or you have a break-through in your work because you stayed home to work and didn’t go to that certain party. Or, perhaps as you continue writing, a theme about childhood abandonment or perhaps another matter makes its presence known. In the journal process revelations occur when we least expect them.
Copyright © 2014 by Susan E. Rowland