two weeks ago I sat in my silent auto
as the super moon rose over lincoln
park the visibility there unimpeded
last night I sat an hour in my driveway
surrounded by brahms (the reception
from WILL isn’t good in my thick brick
house) hardly a day goes by that I don’t
thank my grampa for taking us to a
clear hill to study sunsets thank my mom
for seeing we had music lessons thank
my sisters for their unremitting practice
so that I know all the concertos by heart
and that I myself learned joy and discipline
through practice a more lasting lesson
than any I learned in a classroom always
thankfulnesss goes to my many years in
sinfonia that gave shape and meaning to
my teens and the director who twice gave
me specific affirmation at a crucial time
I am thankful for many many people and
many experiences and growing up on a
farm with extended family and treasured
animals and my blessed children but these I
single out tonight to special note: moon, music
This article appears in Dec 8-14, 2016.
