A woman named Jena Strong is a very good
poet and writer. She writes a blog called "Don't Miss This" and the other day she put my art on the top of a piece called "Take Rest" about why it's good to get yourself to a yoga class -- or have your sister get you there. I don't know her but the look on her face is familiar, as if we could be related.
My phone rang at 9:50 this morning. It was my sister. “I’m parked outside your house to take you to yoga,” she said, putting an end to my debate of whether to pull it together to get to Eric’s 10:15 class in town. I told her I needed five minutes to wash my face, brush my teeth, and change out of pajamas into yoga clothes (half of which was the same outfit).
Read the rest of Jena's blog here:
http://jenastrong.com/2013/03/30/take-rest/
I'm leaving the country in the morning to take a rest with sun and sand and daughters. Back on tax day -- and my taxes are done!!!
Here is a poem by Jena:
Prelude
Two cardinals perch against the dark sky, their cross-songs
like question marks followed by a fugue of ellipses.
The word itself eludes me, its shy hint of before and after.
We play the game of which thing we’d rather give up—
food or sleep, sight or strength, an ear or a leg, hiding or seeking—
and next thing I know I’m crying over my crepes,
unable to locate myself in time, the space I wedged open contracting,
my body pinned to a blue chair from an obsolete gift registry
that was prelude to the life I barreled into and out of like a guest.
A whole lemon sits on the old picnic table. It’s anyone’s guess.