america adrift

Everlasting Celestial & Terrestrial Dynamics

I.

We’re steps from the ocean: 150 for her, 142 for moi. Woke less than two hours

into summer digging the energy all around earth & universe. Turned the light on

at 3:40 in the morning & opened a notebook that seemed exactly ten-years old,

what with all the paraphernalia stuck in between front cover & first page, but

turned out eleven-years old, = first entry 1/11/1998. I love these archival bits &

pieces shoved inside, including a playbill for a dance performance in NYC at the

Joyce Theater by Goldhuber & Latsky, the former weighing a good 300 pounds,

whom I wrote about in Streets For Two Dancers, that if a 300-pound man can

dance = anything can happen! & the Rothko show at C&M Arts on East 78th,

when I first heard those paintings. The sojourn accompanied a recommendation

for a Cuban restaurant drawn with a palm tree in the upper right corner of the slip

of paper, saved all these years, from someone I must have been working with at

one of the university libraries = Victor’s Café, which we just so happened

haphazardly into on our first night in town two weeks ago, having forgotten

totally about the recommendation from ten years ago, random full-cycle return of

Time.

II.

Got out early this morning at what would have been solstice sunrise, if it rose,

visibly, 142 & 150 steps, respectively, away from the driveway of this fine abode

we’re house sitting, but foggy mist didn’t deter our imaginings of summer’s first

light, while solstice energy continued illuminating the sea & waves where Time

finds symbolic value in reality. Yesterday, too, was one of the miracles I possibly

had in mind, when Camelia asked if I believed in them on the rainiest of rainy days

with more predicted for the weekend, but the sun shown early, & all day!!

There’s a turtle nesting here in the gravel of the driveway. We’re tending two

“feral” cats, jumpy as Hell, but handsome & fun, one black, one black & white.

Kathleen’s writing to our host, as we speak, thanking her for this fine opportunity

to be out here on the island, especially with its timely, everlasting celestial &

terrestrial dynamics. For that matter, there’s a photo in the notebook cut out of

The Globe of the last full moon of the millennium, which coincided with the

winter solstice that year, the orb pictured behind Scituate Light just down the

street from our former home. Headline on the front page for December 23, 1999:

A THOUSAND YEAR’S IN THE MAKING.