#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
I let it be a long ramble, today, as I had already decided I was too tired to do much gardening. So, we went over the trestle and up Hospital Road onto the Charles Link Trail. It was delightfully sunny and bright and cheerful with all the wildflowers in bloom, and I listened to a poetry podcast, by the Poetry Foundation, a collection of "Essential Poets," selected by Donald Hall when he was poet laureate. This morning, I re-listened to the one with Adrienne Rich, which I must have listened to months ago. And the first poem she reads is one I heard her read on this recording before, "Dreamwood," but today I heard it. Today I began to understood and be deeply moved by it. Because now am I am turning sixty in a few months, and also, recently wrote my own poem about a map of my new age. And this morning it made me want to cry and learn this map, her poem, by heart. And then Suzi, near the end of the walk, went for this delicious dip in the river. Her last dip for awhile, as she doesn't know this yet, but I do: it's time for walking the ocean waves.
All photos and text ©Kelly DuMar 2018