Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Indoors
















It's rainy and raw. The yews drip. The sparrows at the feeder are drenched and sodden. Everything is a yellowed-over gray. I need a walk so I will walk in the house. I light a candle and put on my striped paw-gloves, which I found in the pocket of my winter coat. I must have washed them last spring: they smell fresh. Gloves on, red scarf wrapped twice around my neck, insulated in sweaters, fleece pants and long underwear, I should warm up.

I'm lucky to have rooms to move in. Even if I were back in one of the dismal, small, cold furnished rooms I once lived in, I'd find a way to move. I fall into a fast rhythm: kitchen, through the dining room, down the hall, into the living room, and back again, and again. The "Jazz Spectrum" is on the radio and I hear what sounds like a mellow throaty voice. I put my head close to the radio. A bass or a guitar? I'm not sure. When I call the station, I learn it's Steve Gilmore playing bass. His bass is a mouth, a throat, lungs, breath.

I've warmed up and can stretch--hamstrings, quads, arms, back. Hamstrings are the tightest but they let go.

Now I've got a pot of rice cooking on the stove. Rice and beans for lunch and then time to write while the last of the storm knocks down leaves. They're on the grass: copper, yellow, red.















































3 comments:

  1. Oh look at those gloves! Fabulous. Pity the zebra who gave his life for them.

    :=p

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  2. I heartily agree with Radish King...what lovely gloves...
    what a good walker you are. You need a sign to wear ... I walk well or I am a good walker or I walk with earnestness and grace or I walk everyday or walking is a serious occupation or walk with me or something like that.

    and I suppose you have already made up your face to walk indoors? too wonderful. You are an inspiration.

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  3. The gloves are made of synthetic fiber. No animal skin gloves for me.
    xo
    ox
    to both of you dears!

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