By B.H. Fairchild
I am tired of the heave and swell,
the deep lunge in the belly, the gut's
dumb show of dance and counterdance,
sway and pause, the pure jig of nausea
in the pit of a spinning world.
Where the body moves, the mind
often lags, clutching deck, anchor,
the gray strap that hangs like the beard
of death from the train's ceiling,
the mind lost in the slow bulge
of ocean under the moon's long pull
or the endless coil of some medieval
argument for the existence of God
or the dream of the giant maze
that turns constantly in and in
on itself and there is no way out...
I am sick and tired of every rise and fall
of the sun, the moon's tedious cycle
that sucks blood from the thighs of women
and turns teenage boys into wolves
prowling the streets, hungry for motion.
Let me be still, let me rest
in some hollow of space and time
far from the seasons and that boring,
ponderous drama of day and night.
Let me sleep in the heart of calm
and dream placidly of birds frozen
in the unmoving air of eternity
and the earth grown immobile
in its centrifugal spin, and God
motionless as Lazarus in his tomb
before he is raised dizzily
to fall again, to rise, to fall.
Daniel had a robotics meeting to help the team prepare for the fall season, so while he was there (and apparently perfectly happy, since they ordered Chinese and debated strategies for the next year), we took Adam to Homestead Farm to pick blackberries and see the animals. It was another beautiful day -- hot in the sun but lovely in the shade, which there was plenty of in the blackberry patch, since the plants were over 7 feet tall with long trailing vines. We rode the hayride tractor out, picked about five pounds of berries, then came back and visited the sheep, goats, calf, chickens, and pig.
We had dinner with my parents...sushi, which was what Adam wanted -- it's his birthday on Monday -- plus the leftover Chinese food from Friday night and cake. I promised to take the kids for Bagel City on Monday for lunch since we didn't get bagels last week, and in the late afternoon, Daniel has one of the two sessions of summer health ed that he must attend in a classroom as opposed to online. It will probably be a low-key birthday for Adam, but I figure that after the Bar Mitzvah, he won't complain too much. Plus it's the anniversary of the moon landing, so the date will be celebrated in the news anyway!