The Alleged Guitar

The Alleged Guitar, is arguably, one of the best presents I've ever received.  It speaks of love.  It speaks of KNOWING someone.  It speaks of sacrifice.  It speaks of thoughtfulness.  It speaks of faith.  Yes, the Alleged Guitar has a LOT to say.  The one thing it doesn't speak of is music.  Let me explain.

The Alleged Guitar was a gift for my forty nth birthday.  Which one doesn't matter.  It was the last one if you're reading this as a fresh post.  It might not have been if you're reading this in the future.  It was an awesome gift.

My failed career as a rock goddess

So long ago, and far away, before the million fires of the inter webs raged into the night, back when folks often concentrated on things for minutes and even hours at a time, back then in the dark ages of libraries and FM radio, I... I became a teen.

I'd say if they existed back then I would've been a Goth, but Goths did exist back then, and I wasn't one.  I was considered a stoner, long after any interest in drugs or experimentation stopped.  I'm told I would've been called a Hessian in some circles.

Landscape

Sunset.

The landscape freeze-frames.

Clouds slow their motion,

and the sun halts in the sky.

All to show off,

for a long slow moment,

this day's quietly gathered masterpiece.

One day for us.

A lifetime for a cloud.

February 16th, 1997

Emily

EMILY

Welcome to the world, 

little one.

We're awfully glad you could make it.

And very pleased to meet you, indeed.

You have a lifetime of learning, ahead.

I should warn you, 

some of the faster thrill rides 

can be frightening.

And there will be bumps and scrapes

along the way.

But time enough for that, later.

For now, it's enough to say

that you have every potential in the world 

right at this moment!

And you are surrounded by many

to love and care and teach 

and help you grow.

Sweet dreams

and sweeter wakefulness,

friend.

1997