Reminders

There's a reason this blog is named what it is. It's largely so I remember. Sometimes I find that it helps others remember as well.

I write reminders

To myself.  All will be well.

All manner of things.

Figs

I am reminded of the The Ugly Duckling. Not a duck, but a swan.

Sometimes fig trees

Demand more attention

When they don’t produce

Than when they do.

Give it another year

The gardener says

Give it another year

I will offer it

My full attention,

Perhaps it will even offer

Something more than

Figs.

Perhaps it is not a fig tree

At all.

Generosity

Generosity, one step at a time. Leave it to a Girl Scout to make it to our door on an icy sidewalk to remind us of our generosity.

We didn’t

Get the sidewalk clear

Of ice,

Yet still

The Girl Scout

Made it to our door.

She knew

We would buy.

We buy every year.

This is a generous neighborhood,

Her mother said

People always buy here.

In keeping

With the neighborhood’s

Generosity

I now work

On the icy sidewalk.

I add to the bags`

For Goodwill.

I allow the kitten

To play with the ornaments

On the bottom

Of the tree.

Pause

It does get easier with time.  My brain takes at least an hour or two before it seizes.  I have learned when I must take it easy.  Pause.  I am gone for the seizure, but there are reminders left behind.  The same questions arise from those who perhaps haven't asked them before: Do they know what causes them? they ask.  I have epilepsy, I say.  

It gives pause:

The coming to

The waking up

The bit tongue

A reminder I have left

And returned.

Pause.

Almost

A re-set button.

Still

I never return

To square one.

I’m not sure anyone

Ever returns

To square one.

Pause.

Here it is again.

Is it spring yet?

There are more signs of spring around.  Unlike last year, with an unseasonably early spring, this one feels unseasonably late.  I complained last year too, sure that the earliness meant unknown repercussions for the rest of the year.  Today there are a few buds.  The rhubarb has poked its head through the soil.  The clematis has not yet dared to consider vining.  I wonder if the lateness will bring unknown repercussions for the rest of the year.

Today the sky

Is still gray

But more leaf buds

Emerge.

Soon enough

Ok maybe not soon enough

It will be full on

Spring.

This is the way

It always goes

Even when I forget,

Reminders come full force

Every year

Long about this time

Though of course

I would prefer those reminders

Still earlier.