Mourning and Celebration

Yesterday I stood silently
looking up at the hill
the empty spaces
the lingering pile of wood chips
missing the trees.

The shape of a wing
flashed by
I looked up and there you were
dancing in the sky
reminding me of hope
of joy

Mourning-Wood chips

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Passage

A hawk circles
catching drafts
glides into the distance
high pitched screeches
pierce invisible air

dying trees on a ridge
bare branches
glow in the sunlight
like sculptures
reaching for the sky

a perch for hawks
to hang out
large dark eyes
ocular wonders
zeroing into dry grass

last week
in the distance
barely audible  
the unmistakable buzz
of chainsaws

today
mounds of wood chips
a hawk flies by
skimming tree tops
close enough to touch

a flash of recognition
the hawk
the piles of wood chips

the trees are gone
empty spaces hold
their ghosts

stunned
I take a moment
to pause
find my breath
connect the fragments

to be present
feel the loss
see the beauty of the trees
hawks flying
to and from their branches

a moment to mourn
to honor
to be grateful
to
be
with

a prayer
a wish
may you all be safe
may you all find home
may you all come back

Trees on Ridge-4Hawk on branch-2Tree Ghosts 1-3

 

Abrazando Puerto Rico

I think of you
Tus gentes
Your people
Tanta pena
So much sorrow.

Queriendo consolar, apoyar
To console, support, hold.
Arroz, frijoles, agua, fórmula para bebés …
Dólares.
Oraciones, luz,
Beams of light
Carrying prayers, healing energy, HOPE

I heard a song today
Te sentí
Felt you in the words
Wanting to acknowledge
Reconocer, celebrar
Tu existencia, belleza, cultura.

I bow down, me inclino
con respeto profundo

 

SUBCITY

Tracy Chapman

People say it doesn’t exist
‘Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man

Here in subcity life is hard
We can’t receive any government relief
Won’t you please, please give the President my honest regards
For disregarding me

They say there’s too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I’m at the mercy of the world
I guess I’m lucky to be alive

Here in subcity life is hard
We can’t receive any government relief
Won’t you please, please give the President my honest regards
For disregarding me

They say we’ve fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won’t let it help
I guess they never stop to think
We might just want handouts
Way to make an honest living
Living this ain’t living

Here in subcity life is hard
We can’t receive any government relief
I’d like to please, please give the President my honest regards
For disregarding me

What did I do deserve this
Had my trust in god
Worked everyday of my life
Thought I had some guarantees
That’s what I thought
At least that’s what I thought

‘Cause here in subcity life is hard
We can’t receive any government relief
I’d like to please give the President my honest regards
For disregarding me

Last night I had another restless sleep
Wondering what tomorrow might bring
Last night I dreamed
A cold blue light was shining down on me
I screamed myself awake
Thought I must be dying, dying
Thought I must be dying, dying

‘Cause here in subcity life is hard
We can’t receive any government relief
I’d like to please give the President my honest regards
Oh, for disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me
Disregarding me

Songwriters: Tracy L Chapman

Subcity lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC