Happy Independence Day! If you’re reading Mary Oliver’s Twelve Moons as a lunar calendar with me this year, today is the day to read another one of the extra poems, that’s not matched to a particular moon phase. The poem is Lil.
This poem unsettled me a bit, for reason’s I’m reluctant to discuss.Living the way we do, we have to consider contingencies, the pleasant, and the unpleasant. That inevitably includes sustainability strategies should one of us become disabled, or, as we inevitably must, die.
More than once I’ve mused on what would become of me if I were to lose Michelle. This poem offers what seems to me an all-too-likely scenario. Would I be able to persevere, to make a life on my own without her? Or, would I descend into hermithood, living out the rest of my days in the cabin, grown dirty without her benevolent influence, until it filled with odds and ends of “needful things?”
Enough of that. Look for happier news here tomorrow. Enjoy the fourth!