After the past three weeks, a retrograde Mercury turns direct again today. Like any Mercury-retrograde period, these past few weeks were filled with travel and communication snafus; yet this was also, as usual, a great time for looking backward — to analyze past projects and endeavors, to determine what’s best to leave behind, to decide what’s best to keep going forward. For me, this past retrograde period was great for revision. I revised ten poems originally drafted during the summer of 2013. Three months from now, when Mercury turns retrograde again for another three weeks, I’ll revise more of those older poems. For now, I’m looking forward to learning new skills with photography and video, planning my classes for the spring semester, and making new friends. Bottom line: It’s a new day with new possibilities. That’s always good! (Plus, with a little luck, the Giants may yet walk away with another World Series.)
Many thanks to riverSedge: A Journal of Art & Literature published by The University of Texas-Pan American for including the following poem in their Fall 2014 issue.
Time Zones—Taiwan, 2012
We fly all night, escaping yesterday
Pacific asleep behind us
Strange to bend the flimsy arm of time
imaginary lines on manmade maps
In my seat, earplugs hush the engine hum
a blindfold brings back history
A decade ago, I sat like a stone
shot like a bullet through the midnight sky
Since that flight, now wed and fled
father of a summer sprouting son
Each season, every afternoon
another new mark on the laundry wall
When we got back from Thailand, she said she couldn’t “see” me anymore — “no phone calls, no emails, no texts.” She said she was setting me “free.” During the five months we dated, she noted, I hadn’t written her a single poem. That hurt, she said. Up until our breakup, I hadn’t written any poems for more than a year. Oddly, her disappointment inspired me. Freedom always breathes an air of opportunity.