Chaos. It's all chaos
there for the reaping
-- or the weeping.
I had expected my life after college
to be evenings of symphonies, live theater, foreign film,
Sunday afternoons in art galleries,
jazz and folk music bistros. Monthly opera.
So where did that go
in the mostly small cities and countryside
where I've dwelled?
Here my theater is ocean or mountains.
A daily commute.
Even before kids, the demands of writing,
submissions, reading.
To say nothing of Meeting for Worship
or romance.
I had intended, too, for political activism
now turned aside for professional "objectivity."
Now we're tidewater
a half-hour drive from seashore beaches
or lake swimming
-- an hour from mountain trails.
A canoe or kayak could be in the offing
-- bicycling, too. So far from my birthplace.
Here we garden.
Here we compost.
Here we sink roots
finally.
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