Free Day
Dad took the 90-mile trip to Nashville
with his factory colleagues, a patternmaker
& compliance officer, leaving mom
alone for 24 hours. After polishing
her nails apricot & ratting
her hair an extra inch, she’d jump
in the Mercury & drive one-town
over to Junction City, shop for small
items she could tuck away from his
sight—blue rhinestone broach,
paisley neck scarf, maybe thigh high
nylons with a snap garter.
She’d treat herself to a hot dog
& chocolate Dairy Dip. So much
can happen in a day. Google says my heart
will beat 104,000 times & in London, 93,000 rats
will be born. My neighbor, kudzu, the green creeping
vine, spreads an entire foot in a day.
Climate change makes it easier for it
to advance & engulf. Sperm can wait a day
to pierce an ovulated egg. A day is long enough
for a magnificent interlude. Bees can visit
5,000 flowers & ritualistically execute
the Waggle Dance, where they direct
others to endless flower patches.
Successfully sucked nectar!
Mayflies hatch by the millions & die in less
than 24-hours. As it emerges from a nymph,
than 24-hours. As it emerges from a nymph,
an adult mayfly lacks a mouth & can’t eat.
It only lives a few hours. Never downplay
the importance of wings spreading
in the afternoon sun,
the importance of wings spreading
in the afternoon sun,
the power of flying away.
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This is such a crystal image of the mom and the time period. The Google info is fun too– is the Waggle Dance the “official” name? I love that if it is. You can see it!
Yes it’s called a Waggle Dance! Thanks for hanging with the poem. Good to meet a new face.
the juxtaposition of these two stanza, on the surface not connected, but as intertwined as bee & hive is
terrific
I love how these two stanzas speak to the magnitude of possibility in a day. Brilliant write.
Love the list and the ending! “Never downplay
the importance of wings spreading
in the afternoon sun,
the power of flying away.”
Yeah ! I came to say what Chelsie said. This one flys away.
Love the title!!!
The return of the journalist-poet! I love all these details and the very smart (and poignant) way they reflect and deepen our understanding of your long-suffering mom. Terrific poem.
great line/stanza break
The ending is masterful, Linda – and I can see that paisley scarf flattering like the wings, too.
I agree with Gaby. That transition is incredible.
Lots of good energy in this list!
I taught the Waggle Dance to second graders!
Yessss: Never downplay
the importance of wings spreading
in the afternoon sun,
the power of flying away.
Reading the first stanza put me under the spell of just loving this poem so much and after so much smiling –I spontaneously started reading it aloud and it got me wonderfully through everything after “So much can happen in a day” with yet another level of astonishment….! Thank you!
I felt magic in your mom’s adventure! “A day is long enough /
for a magnificent interlude.” Stunning. Such a gorgeous poem!
Fantastic poem, Linda. Love the setup of escape/acts of material freedom, then the mirror of nature’s acts, all in a day’s work— the necessity of both of them to live.
Love the interplay of these two stanzas, and the adventures you take us on in each one.
Shew, I love how the poem opens up and takes flight at the break