Part 33
In the spirit of remaining positive, I offer a poem I wrote after an incredible Easter Sunday that has gone by.
A Perfect Day!
Bending the rules somewhat, we lunched with two friends
meticulously keeping our required distances apart
on the patio overlooking a garden, on loan from Paradise.
Tall trees with camelias and cherry blossoms in full bloom
arched over our table like an army of cherubs and Tinkerbells,
as spicy goulash, sour cream and pesto with pasta was served,
washed down with luscious red Pinotage and home-baked bread
dispelling all thoughts of virus as we spoke of brighter things
and the sheer pleasure of enjoying this perfect day.
The others indulged me as I read some of my poetry which speaks
loud of balmy days, or the incredulity of birds flying high above
as they watch the pathetic movements of us two-legged creatures.
I also wrote of the blight visited upon us but noted how the skies
are now a cleaner deeper blue and the air sweeter than before!
After desserts and coffee, the others, at a distance of course,
lay on long garden chairs, to imbibe the sun’s healing warmth,
while my restless pent-up energy took me on a long solo stroll
across the nearby Forest Row Golf Course, where no balls flew
and no golfers swung their clubs with focused intention.
Instead I was alone in a wide open grassy world ringed by trees
and only the sound of loquacious birds with their eager chatter.
This was not the isolation of our cramped apartment
crowded with books and cupboards filled with unneeded clothes.
This was the freedom of space I could own and revel in.
Not since my days of roaming the dunes of the Namib desert
had I experienced, alone, such a powerful uplifting of the spirit
and close affinity with our world, now so radically under siege
as evil forces wish to control all Mankind, psychopathically content
to infect or kill us in their mad dream of 1984’s worst nightmare.
I suddenly felt a surge of strength filter through my mind and body,
not as Superman but as an inspired elder with a walking stick,
again with the incredible joy of being cause over my domain.
Returning to the magical garden, I was coerced indoors
to watch a very different but equally powerful spiritual treat.
Andrea Boccelli, the sightless singing angel, connecting infinitely
on a wavelength of sheer melodic beauty, as he stood alone
in the vastness of Il Duomo, Milan’s magnificent cathedral,
filling that space with glorious music, reaching across the world,
to glorify, not only Christianity’s most meaningful Easter day but to
embrace all those of other religions and beliefs, spiritually blessed
and ready to stare down the malevolence of manmade maladies,
vanquishing this plague by sheer intention and certainty of cause.
My wife and I returned home invigorated and filled with certainty
that the dark days will lift and we’ll be stronger than ever before!
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With batteries recharged, I am already working with Steven Ferry on the final revisions for a teaser video for ExoBrain that we hope to be shooting shortly. Let’s all keep doing things to keep our morale up. Production is the basis of morale!