I saw them through the open window. Spring brought them to my life and I felt life within me. A flight of geese pounding through the air breasts beating, hearts honking, wings cleaving all eternity toward me as I stood astonished and rushed outdoors to cheer them on their way. Winter came. The house burned. Machines pushed my life, my hopes, my labor, my love into a ditch. But when the wind blows through open windows now and I remember oh so vividly the sight, the smell, the sounds of all everything is meant be be I long for heaven where once I lived to see the way I thought it ought to be. ♥
Pair of Queens
Although I have a fine sensibility for tradition, honor and luxury, I make a choice, having seen two queens approaching their respective one hundredth birthdays. One in a palace with a crown, surrounded by pomp and circumstance, protected and revered and another wearing a babushka in a damp cellar hiding from the bombs, illuminated by a candle, accompanied only by her daughter who swears, “You will live to be one hundred. I swear.” Two regal women. One in Buckingham. The other in Mariupol. Perhaps they are the same. Perhaps they are created equal in the eyes of God. First let me carry a crown into the basement for one to wear, then a worn out scarf for the other to wear upon the throne. ♥