Monthly Archives: December 2014

Thursday Morning … Heading Towards Lunch …

Things spin, they twirl, but generally they go by.

… In a straight line … or on some sort of arc … they go on.

I sort of meander … bumble might be a better word … but I notice.

Small things mostly … they grab my attention.

And today … Something new.

These things as they spin … sometimes bump … sometimes collide.

The evidence is everywhere. One rarely sees it happen, and perhaps rarer still … notices.

Not today … though it happened over a year ago.

Let me try to show you …

A Russian Ballerina, years in the making … but far from home.

The Urban Nutcracker, here in Boston …( a collision I did not see.)

A school “field trip” … perhaps you know the sort.

Duke Ellington … Billy Strayhorn …

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy …

Someone elses tutu.

All aligned … all moving … all …

Unaware …

Lights out …

A cue …

Lights up … and press play …

A drum beat played long ago … revisits.

She starts her dance … Two saxes join in.

The drums and her dance.

More horns and she dances …

They begin to notice.

Then … something unexpected …

They clap along!!!

More horns … and she dances.

She does not hear them … yet …

Then … POW! … It hits her. She hears them and she knows.

Must dance … Must finish this dance … The look … for a split instance … across her face.

And dance?

Does she ever … They get louder … it drives through her.

More saxes …

then horns …

then …

Gone …

Things spinning … some twirling … on and on … to no ideawhere.

Do they remember?

Will she forget?

How long before her feet really felt the ground?

Can you hear them?

Did you see that?

And …

I …

meander on …