August 21, 2009 - Getting ready for the Garden Concert - only severe thunderstorms are forcing it inside! A melancholy day - first draft of a sonnet to post:
Kate (revised 8/24)
She stood with the quiet grace of a dancer
Feet slightly turned - halfway between being
And un-being... listening, eyes seeing
a man with yearning words, for, by chance, her...
Eyes closed now - she saw a young girl spinning,
Round and round as his words sang counterpoint
Tutu floating in a a ballet - a joint
collaboration: song, dance. Beginning...
For when she was young her magic danced free
Though time had long stolen that sweet belief
Now awoken, an unburdened motif -
Of movement, sound, and possibility...
But when the sound dies, will she still recall,
That she believed in magic after all?
I am a bit undone today. The radio on the 19th (WBKM - Listen to the show here) was great, though the heat here is draining.