Familias

My grandfather
Died in 1995

For the third
Time in as
Many weeks

I heard his voice

But I cannot
Tell if he
Means warning
Encouragement
Love or disappointment
He talks the
cadence of the dead

Orizons

As if I am going to find my peace and salvation in an ap on my device.  The modern book of prayer.

Large, To Go

Time to start stealing time in the margins, again.  The third place, or in my case the fourth, is a Cafe on Boylston in Fenway, not to be confused with her sister of the same name and on the same street by Berklee:Pavement.

Strangely enough, this was opened by a Rao's alumnus.  It has that bit of time/space anomaly in it, as the original Rao's once did.  A close team of barristi.  A familiarity among and with the regulars.  A cue of significant music upon occasion.  Richard, a baby-faced former Amherst denizen, perhaps from Peoples' Market. 

The difference?  I am much more reserved and diligent, conscious of myself, my age, my roles.

So while I somehow expect a parade of men and women out of a Fellini scene, each come to represent something from my past eras, and the first two acts of the script, if they were to show I would take a different lesson.  It has nothing to do with me.  I am in their story.  Drop the ego and white male sense of centrality.

Well, I am trying that on, anyway.