{"id":984,"date":"2024-06-18T20:02:52","date_gmt":"2024-06-19T00:02:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=984"},"modified":"2024-06-18T20:02:52","modified_gmt":"2024-06-19T00:02:52","slug":"18-summer-shards-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2024\/06\/18\/18-summer-shards-2\/","title":{"rendered":"#18 summer shards"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

In the evening before the sun goes down I like to step outside, sometimes to water, other evenings to empty the kitchen compost, or when there is a colorful sunset I walk to the top of the driveway. I remember my mother was always driven to see the sunset. It was if she expected to be saved by the changing light. I like to linger in the quiet after sunset hoping to see the moon. I don\u2019t expect the light to save me, but I do love the ritual at the end of the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Light Continues<\/strong>\u2028<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every evening, an hour before
the sun goes down, I walk toward\u2028
its light, wanting to be altered.\u2028
Always in quiet, the air still.\u2028
Walking up the straight empty road\u2028
and then back. When the sun\u2028
is gone, the light continues\u2028
high up in the sky for a while.\u2028
When I return, the moon is there.
Like a changing of the guard.
\u2028I don\u2019t expect the light\u00a0
to save me, but I do believe\u2028
in the ritual. I believe\u2028
I am being born a second time
\u2028in this very plain way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–Linda Gregg, from In The Middle Distance: Poems by Linda Gregg<\/em>, Graywolf Press, 2006<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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