Lightning
A flash
that knifes
through cloud,
rain and wind
light to black
in a second
while clouds hover,
fat raindrops splash,
pooling into dark puddles.
“Only one thing that you can see and hear that is beautiful and
frightening at the same time, and that is a thunder storm.”
~ R.K. Cowles, poet
Why is it that
I look around me as I walk?
Do I like the colours
or shapes that I see?
Do I see a white rabbit or
a dragon in the clouds?
Why do I see the poetry
of life all around me?
My mother would say:
“Just because” as if
that would satisfy my
questionings. I still ask as
many questions, maybe more,
than when I was learning
my world. Almost eight decades
have passed with all the learning of
other things. Now I answer
my own questions: “Just because.”
“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."
~ Kurt Vonnegut
Stories of family sagas,
stories of personal triumphs
Narrative of biography,
memoir or autobiography
Novels full of comedy, history or
dramatic, mysterious or mind bending
Instructions and self help for living life effectively
A Bible from a grandparent when I was 13,
Slim volumes of poetry written by relatives.
children’s books, ancient and brand new
Cookbooks gathered lovingly on their own shelf
All overflowing to a shelf, a counter or the floor
No order by title or alphabet or author
constantly changing at the whim of
‘what shall I read’, or ‘I read that 10 years ago’
~ I wonder how much I remember
perhaps a new book will find it’s way
into my shopping basket at the bookstore
All of them my faithful companions that have
taught and entertained with travel, tears and laughter.
“I think books are like people, in the sense that
they’ll turn up in your life when you most need them.”
~ Emma Thompson
