Part of What's on MY Mind on Super Bowl Sunday

A Reflection upon
the Fragility of Life

The huge volcano under Yellowstone,
Which pushes up the ground a bit each year,
Is in my thoughts as I sit here alone,
Inspiring what you may describe as fear.

If it cuts loose, the swift, unmeasured blast,
Inflicting death across this continent,
Will mean that all familiar ways are past;
Survivors will inquire where their world went.

The Super Bowl won't matter anymore,
Nor fashion trends, nor Twitter, nor I-Pod.
Whoever's left won't have a fancy store
In which to buy new clothes to meet their God.

Perhaps we need specific threats; then we
Are prodded to recall eternity.

Time Travel For A Six-Year-Old

Wow, I've left this blog untouched for quite awhile now! Well, I can truthfully give the excuse that real life, in many forms, has kept me occupied. This has included being concerned with the grave illness of the very minister who performed my wedding to Janalee. It has also included generous amounts of my being treated with indifference, disregard or contempt by some (certainly not all) women of my acquaintance.

But just lately, on the anniversary of the evening when I proposed to Mary, I enjoyed good bonding time with Mary's and my grandson Dominic. I was babysitting him, because his school was closed for severe weather.

Since Mary left this world before Dominic arrived in it, he has not yet been told about her life. But on Wednesday, I made a beginning. Some of my friends are familiar with my narrative poem "A Red-Haired Lady In Heaven," which envisions Mary's arrival on the other side. Now I told Dominic a story about "The Red-Haired Nurse" and a true adventure she had in Vermont. It was a beginning. One day, I hope to show Dominic the video I have of his Mom, his Grandpa Joe, AND his Grandma Mary, on a scenic vacation in 1989.