Lay me down by the water
Under low branches, safe from the sun On my side, as though slumbering Far away from the guns. Lay me down under the spring soil Not far from my young Near the lair where they play Until the strangers come. Lay me down under rocks Unwarmed and unsung And remember me with the others That men have undone. Written by the executor of the she fox's or vixen's last testament.
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I first saw you in April
All wrapped up in white, And all I could think of was Hold up the sky. Hold up the sky Hold up the sky I first saw you in April Hold up the sky. You swam underwater So deep, I could cry. Pray, come up for air! I’ll hold up the sky. Hold up the sky Hold up the sky You swam underwater I’ll hold up the sky. You jumped off a ledge Dead sure you would fly. I covered my eyes and thought: Hold up the sky. Hold up the sky Hold up the sky You jumped off a ledge Hold up the sky. Too fast, they said, But you were pedaling for your life. I knew your spirit I’d hold up the sky. Hold up the sky, Hold up the sky, Too fast, they said, I’d hold up the sky. When the silence descended I shuddered with fright, But I’d fix it, I’d save you, I’d hold up the sky. Hold up the sky Hold up the sky When the silence descended I’d hold up the sky. You walked through the tunnel, I was nowhere in sight. The hurt was grinding But you held up the sky. Hold up the sky Hold up the sky You walked through the tunnel And held up the sky. They tried to divide us But solo’s no way to fly. With the wind of our wings We held up the sky. Hold up the sky Hold up the sky They tried to divide us We held up the sky. The night was so dark, I’d pulled down the blinds. I was ten miles to nowhere And you held up my sky. Hold up the sky Hold up the sky The night was so dark And you held up my sky. Red-faced infant, Mother so fine, You are my sister Love held up the sky. Hold up the sky Hold up the sky You are my sister Love held up the sky. For Evelyn at 50. (lyrics still looking for a melody) What will we grow during this time?
Will our capacity to be still and appreciate our homes, for those of us who have homes to appreciate, grow? Will our family relationships deepen or toughen? Will our hunger to socialize and travel become so acute that it spills over into all manner of insane and angry behaviours? Will we be more, or less quick to judge others? Will we grasp that we are nature or will we muse at the clear skies and rejuvenation of the wild as though these are passing scenes in a play? Will pre-existing divisions such as class, ethnicity and religion be bridged or widened? Is this the great unifier or the great divider, the beginning of the great consciousness or the great unconsciousness? Are we the subjects or the objects of our time? Will we ask questions or bend reality to one answer? Morning Corona musings. |
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