Wednesday, June 30

Alex is Landing

On the whole summer days are much too much the same. Bright. Hot. I once read a piece by Mary Oliver in which she claims that weather, the word, comes from the old and ancient word for air, for breath. I imagine then, weather is when Earth breaks from her bright, hot day to speak. I love when her voice low and wispy, but at times she explodes in a thunderous rampage. At times I'm sure my day would be better without weather. Then late at night, rain begins to dance on my window. Its 3 am, but I'm awake and listening the sound of water falling out of the sky. Can you imagine such a thing? An ocean caught by floating cotton balls is making its return to land. The falling ocean will feed the grass, the lavender, ancient oaks, tomatoes and mud pies. Who dreamed up weather? Its rather an ingenious idea.

5 comments:

The Bug said...

Are you saying that your daughter is the ocean, returning to you in the form of rain? :) This is a nice meditation on weather...

Katy said...

lol... Alex the hurricane. I've been driving my daughter nuts though... "Hey Alex.. looks like you're going to Mexico!"

I'm so jealous. When I was a kid always bumed that my name wasn't on the list of storm names.

Amy said...

Katy, I think you write beautifully; I thought you were writing re your daughter as well! I love the feeding of the "mud pies." I'm a fan of Mary Oliver too.

Katy said...

You know, after reading it again (besides the fact I'm missing the word "is" in one scentence) I can totally see how this sounds like Alex, my Alex not hurricane Alex.

Thank you both for showing me that.

Single and Sane said...

I was going to say that Hurricane Katy doesn't sound very hurricane-like, but then I Googled it and discovered there was a Hurricane Katie in 1955. The name hasn't been retired, so maybe it will make a comeback one day as Katy.