I almost fall asleep in the backyard lying on the rattan couch looking up at layers – leaves, clouds, Sun, blue heaven. His poem enters and takes me away, then drops me hard onto my life.
The poem I reference is “Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota” by James Wright, from his Collected Poems. Most of it has pleasant images – bronze butterfly, green shadow. cowbells in the distance, a field of sunlight – but after all that, his final line is “I have wasted my life.” The poem did enter my mind as I almost napped in the sunlight, feeling somewhat disappointed that I wasn’t accomplishing anything significant that afternoon. Was it just that afternoon?
Deft and profound nuances explored through heated passionate words, coupled with the human form. The eloquent beauty of body language motivated by desire. I call upon Eros’ power: Transform what is not to what is.
Eros is a concept in ancient Greek philosophy referring to sensual or passionate love, from which the term erotic is derived. Eros has also been used in philosophy and psychology in a much wider sense, almost as an equivalent to “life energy”. In Greek mythology, Eros is the Greek god of love and sex. His Roman counterpart was Cupid.
I only have to travel a few hours north of home to still find the early morning hours between midnight and sunrise to be more like winter than spring despite what the calendar tells me.
This morning, further north, but still spring, there were ice crystals on the rocks. It doesn’t take much change to make things look different from the recent past. The future – one or two seasons away?
After the game has ended in defeat with my son’s final strikeout, his mother says “I prayed that your guardian angel would allow you a walk-off home run.” “The pitcher’s mother prayed for a strikeout,”
he replies, and now, many years later on this second of October, memorial day of the Guardian Angels, I happily play with his child and pray the Angele Dei for all of us still hoping here.
As someone who grew up with Catholicism, as a child I very much believed in the idea that I had a guardian angel watching over me. My mother would say after I had some close call that I was lucky that my guardian angel took care of me. Of course, I began to doubt when I realized how many times that it seemed that my personal angel was asleep on the job. October 2 is celebrated in the Catholic Church as the Memorial of the Holy Guardian Angels and some people say the Guardian Angel prayer on this day.
Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God’s love commits me here, ever this day be at my side to light and guard, to rule and guide.