We’re moving into mid-June. The weather has been moderate, for the most part, but has had a string of days in the eighties. Yesterday, we did hit 80 degrees, and today we are expected to see 83 degrees. Tomorrow, Sunday, we are to receive rain and begin three days of temperatures in the seventies.
Friday seemed like it was Saturday to me and even as I could see the sun setting from the third floor of The Metropolitan Arts Building where I was house managing INDIGO (new musical), in The Human Race Theatre’s Loft Theatre, it still felt like Saturday. This morning feels like it’s Sunday. I hope I fall in sync with the day as it progresses.
Yesterday was productive but exhausting and when I crawled into my bed at 12:05 AM, after eighteen hours of research, writing, and house managing a show, I was dead to the world. This morning, I feel sluggish but ready to charge into my day.
And, it is on with my day.
JUNE LIGHT
1921 – 2017
Your voice, with clear location of June days,
Called me outside the window. You were there,
Light yet composed, as in the just soft stare
Of uncontested summer all things raise
Plainly their seeming into seamless air.
Then your love looked as simple and entire
As that picked pear you tossed me, and your face
As legible as pearskin’s fleck and trace,
Which promise always wine, by mottled fire
More fatal fleshed than ever human grace.
And your gay gift—Oh when I saw it fall
Into my hands, through all that naïve light,
It seemed as blessed with truth and new delight
As must have been the first great gift of all.
Make it a great day!
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