Life Lived Happy (Vacation)

There is no Where to look on a Great Big Boat in a seasalt breeze and not see Life lived happy.  There is no space without a dancing man (his head burned badly, bald) and a laughing woman (the openheart chest scar white down her middle).   There is no place the phone will work to call a dead father with news of the weather, to tell a dead mother the sunset would please you (when I remember NOT to call them) on a great big boat in a seasalt breeze there is no Where to look at the happy Lives eyes dry.

6 Responses to “Life Lived Happy (Vacation)”

  1. Pandora Says:

    the irony of living never ceases; only when we have gathered the sum of all the events and influences of our days can we display the brilliance and beauty of our spirit to those still in the zenith of their lives.

    • clancyjane Says:

      mom said every right thing at the end, indeed brilliant and beautiful. i’m forever grateful for that– as you know, it’s usually hardest to see at zenith. especially when looking straight up. thanks P.

  2. Ida Allis Belle Says:

    nowhere to look, anywhere and not think…hear a phrase…and not remember…especially to remember not to call! 🙂

  3. you astound me, writing of everything that is not. it is the negative life; the flip side of lived, which is unlived, but not dead.

    • clancyjane Says:

      yes, julia. unlived. a better ring.
      i astounded myself, actually. writing in the negative isn’t like me.
      and i am not myself.

      i took my mother’s death pillow with me on vacation. maybe that has something to do with it.

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