Monday Morning Musings:
Dreamscape
“Out of the cradle onto the dry land… here it is standing… atoms with consciousness… matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea… wonders at wondering… I… a universe of atoms… an atom in the universe.”
–From, “[UNTITLED ODE TO THE WONDER OF LIFE]”
by Richard Feynman
(You can see read and view the poem here animated with music performed by Yo-Yo Ma.)
In spring, the early mornings are un-silenced
by robin song, woodpecker rattling, goose honks,
and crows calling, “Wake up! Watch out!”
as they fly across the river, where driftwood’s
scattered words are fragments of sentences, parts
of questions, clues to puzzles not yet created.
The clouds tack their masts and sail
across blue, the river birds swim through,
the looking glass. Do we fall
fall through without realizing?
In dreams I float through walls,
like an omniscient ghost, I am all-knowing
narrator and bemused character. Walls dissolve,
rooms expand, and yet when a man appears before me,
I am startled, blocked
on a path I thought was mine to take. I’m awakened
before finding answers—a cat’s insistent meow—
an answer to unasked questions about love, scattered driftwood.
I think of how I watch him dream. His eyes flutter, paws twitch,
sometimes he softly moans. Even insects seem to sleep, it’s
a wild and powerful force, a need
felt by everything on Earth. Perhaps. I look at the moon. She’s become
a crayon-yellow child’s sun. She winks before slipping beneath day’s covers,
reflecting light is wearying. But still, don’t we all long to glow?
March continues its crazy course. We’re back to colder weather. On Saturday, we had several inches of rain (a little bit in our basement). I made a pot of lentil soup and baked batches of Hamantaschen of Purim. That night, we tasted two wines from our Master the World Kit. We are still pretty awful at guessing and deducing, but it’s fun, and I was pleased that I identified the French Gamay (which was delicious). Then we opened another bottle—because Purim. 😉 Fortunately, the sun and wind came out by late afternoon to help dry things up.
We are waiting for the eighth and final (or season finale) episode of Constellation to drop. I hope we are not disappointed by it because we are really caught up in the show.
Yesterday, we played trivia with our daughter and son-in-law at a local brewery. It was fun, and surprisingly we did not come in last.
Ricky the Cat’s new morning routine begins at about 4 AM. He kept waking me up from dreams.