Making Descansos

The war ended on January 19th 2007 with no armistice or wild celebration. Just an overwhelming sense of sadness that a disease could take so much.

If I could write
I would write about
when the war ended
I would record how
we threw our ration cards
into the air
and danced into the night
hugging one another

I would marvel
using superlatives
to describe
Little things like
Spring lambs gambolling in the fields
The song of
crystalline Castalian waters
gurgling over ancient stones

I’d tell of
pulling out sheer silk stockings
and my golden organza ball gown
to wear at the celebratory ball
of waltzing
with my one true love
to the sounds of
Horrie Dargie’s Rag Time Band

Maybe
now the war is over
I will write
and dance on the wings
of Mnemosyne
feel the golden organza swirling as I
waltz with my true love.