An Imagined Life

Still playing with Dreamscope:  This time I took yesterday’s creation, and melded it with a selfie.

Today’s prompt is to write a poem about an imagined life.  Today for my class quiet moment, I read Joy Harjo’s Grace. I will let the pacing of that one inspire me–I am unable to break the dogma of shorter line lengths, but I am moved by the sense of the mythical in the mundane in Harjo’s poem.  (Here is a link to a photo of a Patagonian Cavy.)

An Imagined Life
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

In the middle of November in the year of the Patagonian Cavy,
we wandered the fields where Wind called our names, as if
we and Wind were on speaking terms, as if
we had not heard the voice of the wolf
in her growling, in the way she howled over the ridge.

Had we not listened to her wild, insistent portent,
we might have noticed the dirge in her sighing,
heard the omen in her singing,
the augury behind the siren song
that sent us whirling like ravens in her wake.

Perhaps the way would have been less worrisome,
less crowded with grief, had we listened
longer before leaving,
but wiser now we wander,
now that we have learned to sing her songs.

Gratitude List:
1. Setting goals
2. Striving
3. Imagination
4. All four of us playing Legos together
5. Leaves!

May we walk in Beauty!

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