Wire Crow

18 Replies

 

Wire Crow

A black crow formed of bent wire, specific in its detail, with the look of chicken wire, yet individually twisted. You had seen me come back to it again and again at the art show and you had taken note. You, who usually worried me about how hard I was to buy for, asking what I wanted, making me responsible for my own gift. How I hated Xmases and Birthdays for this reason. Hard enough finding the perfect gift for you and each of your 8 children and my family, but to have to determine my own needs and wants? Unfair.

Yet this gift, a surprise on my 42nd birthday, so perfect. A reminder of that black crow poem you had written about the end of your first marriage and the decline of your second—that poem that ranged so far and wide that it included even me, gathering your children and taking them to safety when we broke down on the freeway. The first poem not about other loves and past loves, where I was the heroine.  A part of your official biography.

This crow, then, has seen beyond you. Seen your death and my relocation. It sits on the highest shelf of my sala, bent over a mata Ortiz lidded bowl, an ear of corn rising up from its lid, as though the crow is about to feast. It is one of the objects that gathers you around me, even now, 23 years after your death. The wooden statue you carved in Bali, Your giant spirit sled of copper and hide, Your Tie Siding sculpture that fills the corner near my desk, The spiral lamp–one of our favorite collaborations.

My whole life a continuation of that collaboration—your pulling out of me the art and words that surround me now on my walls, my tables and swirling through my head, disconnected or connected. Metered in rhyme or collecting into paragraphs. All parts of my life ones we bolstered in each other, pulling the world in around us with wood and stone and metal and paper and ideas and words. That metal crow a part of all of it that I have overlooked for so many years now. Of the few objects brought the long miles from California to Mexico, this crow was selected innocently, perhaps more by intuition than by conscious thought, and yet it stands, highest of all, to project its message.

No one who has formed us ever dies. New loves do not cancel out the old. Like one glorious recipe, our lives accumulate ingredients. Sweet and salty, tart and crusty, effervescent and meaty. Like your presence. Ironically represented by that crow that is mainly emptiness, really. Or perhaps unseen mass. Like thought. Like poetry. Like love. Like a forgotten important detail suddenly remembered.

 

This entry was posted in Essays, Stories and tagged , , , on by .
Unknown's avatar

About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

18 thoughts on “Wire Crow”

    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Wow! you are fast! By the time I got back to check my post to find my typos, you had already commented! What a good feeling that is to know someone has read/observed you blog and liked it.

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply ↓
  4. Unknown's avatarAnn Garcia

    Ann says.

    this writing is genius level. Your words are crisp and well placed and perfect. Powerful. Succinct with a crispness. You say so much more than there are countable words.

    Liked by 2 people

    Reply ↓
  10. Rita Harrington's avatarRita Harrington

    Judy, sometimes you write something so beautiful and true that it moves me to tears in my old age as it makes me think about my own long life. These don’t get sent to the trash can but go into an archive folder so that I will always have them. Rita

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply ↓

Leave a comment