Felt a little jumbled and tumbled:
Snow on the ground.
Gone the astonishing temperate mosquito-less days of summer.
Gone Futh's sitting out front in his lawn chair, pork pie hat in place.
Gone Muth—though cells deep in my body still leaned forward anticipating she'd be perched in the lobby and brighten when I leaned over to kiss her.
Instead, Georgia in the lobby ready to give and receive a hug. Happy to receive our donation to the Norway Center Resident Council fund. Delighted to take into custody my painting, now with its project-in-process moniker, Norway 1, having yielded to its permanent title, Norway Pines in Norway, Maine.
As I left, I punched in the necessary code to unlock the front door. A changed code reflecting a changed month, a changed year, my changed life.
I swung the door open.
No code needed for my heart to open with love and gratitude for the residents and staff of Muth's home for the final months of her life.
|Norway Pines in Norway, Maine|
7x5", acrylic, ink, and pastels on canvas paper
[not for sale]