Today's poem was chosen partially for the play on words regarding 'change' and from seeing former neighbors and high school teachers last weekend. Honestly, most days I still feel 19, but occasionally I will be slapped upside the head with the fact that a couple of decades have passed since I was.
Off to enjoy a Bernstein concert with the Seattle Symphony tonight; expect a full critique tomorrow.
(photo blurred for the monetary witness protection plan...)
Change
by Louis Jenkins
All those things that have gone from your life,
moon boots, TV trays and the Soviet Union, that
seem to have vanished, are really only changed.
Dinosaurs did not disappear from the earth but
evolved into birds and crock pots became bread
makers and then the bread makers all went to
rummage sales along with the exercise bikes.
Everything changes. It seems at times (only for
a moment) that your wife, the woman you love,
might actually be your first wife in another form.
It's a thought not to be pursued….Nothing is the
same as it used to be. Except you, of course,
you haven't changed…well, slowed down a bit,
perhaps. It's more difficult nowadays to deal with
the speed of change, disturbing to suddenly find
yourself brushing your teeth with what appears
to be a flashlight. But essentially you are the
same as ever, constant in your instability.
Some intriguing red/green leaves which I walked underneath today.
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