Friday, September 18, 2015
On Wednesday Evenings at the Barton Library
One hundred years ago we would have sat:
Perhaps we’d have enjoyed some idle chat.
But not completely idle. We’d have known that
Devils find work, a Scriptural rebuke, and how
We’d scold ourselves! Pure leisure was unknown then.
Elders, too, had evening chores. And when
Departing summer breezes rattled doors,
A younger relative might even make
A fire in the stove for us. Just for the sake of
Warming our old bones on September 8.
Mending harness. Darning socks. And braiding
Old clothes for rugs. Knit two, purl three, appreciating
One another’s work:
“Oh, Maude, that is a beautiful design!”
“Marie, you’ll use that shawl come wintertime!”
One hundred years on, we’re the elders. Leisure’s
Unapologetic, unalloyed. Pleasure is
Diversion. Lonely electronics. We have to say
We’re bored sometimes. And so we make our way
To a basement room where we can congregate:
Befriend, support, critique (though always gently), re-create
Through poetry, aesthetic joy. Though not the ancestral way,
We share pleasure working with companions together at the close of day.
That was then
This is now.
This September 8th was hot as hell
Can we continue to deny climate change?
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Our Wednesday Poets on September 9, 2015:
Back row left to right: Mary, Carol, Adrien, Steve, Dolores; then in the pink Mary's left, there's Mary Liz, with Elaine in peach and Carol to her left, then Jeannie in blue and Ellen seated at table, in green. This photo taken by Sylvia (so she's not in picture) on Sept. 9 after we learned that Fran and Ellen and Carol were headed back to points south.