Random thoughts, words & lines that may someday work themselves into a poem
but then Andrew is a sweet waltzer,/
and who knows if Jesus can dance."
from "asking for the bread" by Margaret Szumowski in the night of the lunar eclipse
For a month now, I have been finding scotch tape all over our house. On dressers, on chairs backs, on carpet, on doll heads, on my back, on my socks, on walls. It's as if my son is trying to piece our sometimes fragmented family back together.
When I was pregnant with my son, I shared with a neighbor that sometimes I had "visions," that things I thought about actually came to pass. She said, patting my stomach, "Oh honey, then your son will have it, too."
Today I read they found Jesus' tomb. There is talk that he had a child named Juda with Mary Magdalen.
"...He goes anywhere in perfect
anonymity. I notice him in the pensione, offer him bread
and chocolate with his coffee. He says, "I'm not dead,
remember? Invite me for a walk. Match make me
with Magdalen. Give me a kiss. A good one."
from "christ goes out into the world" also by Szumowski
When I told my son, Jude, that he may have the same name as Jesus' son, he said, "That's cool." Then I heard him mutter, "I don't like my name."
I had talk radio on during dinner and the woman was discussing the whole Christ had a girlfriend and a son issue. Being a very bright, inquisitive boy, Jude had many questions, and much talk of God & Jesus ensued. As I am not the best authority on all matters biblical, and daddy was at karate, I did the best I could.
Also in the news today, a lunch lady saw the Virgin Mary in a cookie sheet.
Words from children's book Rain, Rain, Rain Forest by Brenda Guiberson that I like:
slick waxy leaves,
squishy like a swamp
every crevice and cup
a slow journey, trickles to a stop
a bathing macaw
roar in a noisy chorus
sip water that drips from leaves
Somehow, somewhere in this collection of random, yet very connected thoughts, there is a poem. I will find it.