{"id":120,"date":"2017-01-06T11:35:46","date_gmt":"2017-01-06T09:35:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.smartcommunication.com\/blogi\/?p=120"},"modified":"2017-03-23T09:54:00","modified_gmt":"2017-03-23T07:54:00","slug":"my-mothers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.smartcommunication.com\/blogi\/my-mothers\/","title":{"rendered":"My Mothers"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"beat-poet-bw1\"<\/a>The tiles on the walls are pink and they
\nreflect enticingly the dawn’s joyful arrival
\nas the white curtains filter the sunlight in.
\nThis feels very much real, despite the jet lag.<\/p>\n

I take a look at the face I see in the old mirror;
\nit’s supposed to me mine and I’m supposed
\nto be fifty-five years old tomorrow in NYC.
\nThis feels equally unreal under any circumstances.<\/p>\n

I’ve had my morning meditation in a big bed,
\neyeing the orange winter sunrise behind the windows,
\nlying straight on my back, my spine a bit curved
\ndue to the half- lotus position of my twisted legs,
\nin the womb-like warmth under the electric blanket.<\/p>\n

Strangely, after leaving my home behind the vastness of an ocean
\nI arrived at home, another place that welcomes like a home.
\nAnother place where my existence feels totally accepted,
\nanother street address, zip code, and country, even another language
\nin which I can feel at home, and even find my words with ease.<\/p>\n

The light is different: so much brighter during the longer daylight time.
\nWhere I come from it is scarce, softened by the clouds, hibernating.
\nThe Long Island light gives me an injection of energy, it makes me alive.
\nDuring my walk the sun shines like in spingtime, forgivingly, tenderly.<\/p>\n

The tall marsh grass at riverside bend in the gentle wind soundlessly
\nWe arrive at a hut where an old man serves wine and talks about war.
\nHe points out a young GI walking along a street in a French town and
\nreceiving flowers from a little girl; that’s him frozen seventy years ago.
\nHe tells about the cries of young men whom a bygone war decided to waste;
\nthey had the same word on their dying lips: ”Mom!”, ”Mutti!”, ”Mamma!”<\/em><\/p>\n

I let the local Merlot<\/em> linger on my taste buds and feel the sun on my face.
\nI have never cried for my mom, nor have I ever been dying, so far.
\nLife’s gigantic unfairness remains a puzzling mystery for me
\nwhile I dwell on this moment, in my utter, unearned happiness.<\/p>\n

Yet, as I have entered my second half of a century
\nI have no doubt whatsoever that I will die one day,
\nwhatever that means and entails. Still I know one thing:
\nI have more than one mother to cry for.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Composed on Jan 3, 2012 for Sheila Blume in Sayville, NY, USA<\/em><\/p>\n

Recited publicly on Jan 4, 2017 at Caf\u00e9 ZamZam in Eken\u00e4s, Finland<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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