“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? / The world would split open.”
Poet Muriel Rukeyser

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Questions About Angels: a poem by Billy Collins

Of all the questions you might want to ask
about angels, the only one you hear
is how many can dance on the head of a pin.

No curiosity about they pass the eternal time
besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin
or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth
or guiding and boy and girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

Do the fly though God's body and come out singing?
Do they swing like children from the hinges
of the spirit world saying their names backwards and
Do they sit alone in little gardens changing colors?

What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes,
their diet of unfiltered divine light?
What goes on inside their luminous heads? Is there a wall
these tall presences can look over and see hell?

If an angel fell off a cloud would he leave a hole
in a river and would the hole float along endlessly
filled with the silent letters of every angelic word?

If an angel delivered the mail would he arrive
in a blinding rush of wings or would he just assume
the appearance of the regular mailman and
whistle up the driveway reading the postcards?

No, the medieval theologians control the court.
The only question you ever hear is about
the little dance floor on the head of a pin
where halos are meant to converge and drift invisibly.

It is designed to make us think in millions,
billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse
into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one:
one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet,
a small jazz combo working in the background.

She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful
eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over
to glance at his watch because she has been dancing
forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.

Day One

Monday, my first day of vacation.

I read blogs for a long time.

I did some blog correspondance.

I thought a bit about a project I want to do in the fall.

I washed my kitchen floor.

Worked out. My work out DVD has three levels of work out for Abs, Upper Body, and legs. I only do the ab and upper body, because I walk my dogs 40 minutes a day, which takes care of the legs...yesterday I did the most vigorous level. Today I am sore. But not as sore as I thought, just my triceps - "so they won't jiggle when I wave 'goodbye'" which is what she reminds me over and over in the workout...

Saw my chiropractor who continues to help me heal from my big illness last fall. When I had a bad infection and caused me to have surgery to drain the infection (inn my jaw and up the side of my face) and to be hospitalized for 11 days. The right side of my lip and chin are still healing. The nerve remains damaged, I feel numb there. The chiropractor does this "energy" stuff with magnets that look like blunt pencils and then hooks me up to an electicity machinge that "stimulates' my jaw muscles. It is working.

Did some grocery shopping. It has to be done.


Went looking at paint samples for a variety of project.

Walked the dogs.

Had tacos for dinner (homemade).

Did some more blogging.

Went to the library.

Picked up my son.

Took a shower. Went to bed.

Ok. not very exciting. But, it's what I did.

On the agenda for today: much the same, add "clean bedroom..." (move furniture, purge closet, etc.)