Monday, January 25 – a new work day
I looked out of our 2nd floor living room window, over the still-in-progress McNichols entrance, onto pre-dawn Parking Lot F. I saw two cars near the lot entrance. When this post is finished more early arrivers will have selected their places and turned off their engines; it’s mostly employees now. Students will come later and pack the big lot. Weather.com says the 8:00 am sky will fill with winter sunlight that will ease back to “partly cloudy.” Fresh sun to light a working day.
One of this list’s readers sent me a poem on November 22: “A friend of mine sent me this poem today and I thought I’d share it with you. I think it’s especially great.” She’s right by me. Best to read the poem out loud, with pauses.
Have a blest day.
john sj
Today’s Post – “I Am Not Old”
I am not old…she said
I am rare.
I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play.
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness
Of existing.
You think I am waiting to die…
But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey
Ask me anything.
– Samantha Reynolds
p.s.
I searched for Samantha Reynolds and found many people; can’t figure out which of these women wrote this poem.