How We Are These Days

A few weeks back Tess posted a picture that featured a red umbrella. This picture of a woman in the rain that Tess has posted seems to tie to that one. I immediately knew I would speak from the avian perspective. For links to the offerings of my talented friends I invite you to go to Magpie Tales, Mag 84. You can do so by clicking on this link if you don't already have another easy way.

I live my life in many worlds. The world of dream and fantasy is near to me and my path meanders there. The world of magic calls to me from somewhere inside the boundaries of my person. Sometimes I am sure I can evoke a glamour. I am an engineer and technician by training and career, as well as a psychologist and philosopher by education and experience. I live with the Denisovans and with the Neanderthal genes within me (2-1/2% I am lately told) and also in the playgrounds of bosons and fermions and the quarks beneath. Just this week I traveled 20 parts in a million times faster than the speed of light with neutrinos, and did so 15000 times. That's a big but preliminary announcement coming from Italian researchers connected with CERN. I travel to the limits of things and ponder the dark matter and dark energy there (and here) that is 95% of everything. I live alone, though a cat visits me daily. Most days I meet with a varying crowd of people in a venue where we often share intimacies we would not tell our families. On the down side, I know the people who support me medically rather too well and I have very little reason to visit with my bankers. Oh yes, and you are in my life.

How We Are These Days

You speak of leaving
behind the red umbrella
I gave you last year.
You show me your form
beneath the rainy cling
of your thinning garb.

You seem to wear less
these days as if pressed to strip -
as if the global
warming was a fact
and current or else as if
you have those flashes.

I am better by
your side in a smaller shape,
your crow familiar.

written today, September 25, 2011 9:51 AM