Indira Ganesan, Two (video), 2020
There is a resilience on my balcony that is often more than I can muster. The third set of mourning doves have hatched. At least one chicklet has made it, and I can only guess that the other successfully broke out of its shell. One can’t help feeling protective, worried until they make it off the balcony, alive.
I woke from a nightmare this morning. A young man was pushing himself into my door, demanding I write him a recommendation. You are the best teacher of satire, it is known, he said, as I firmly tried to close the door shut. I woke in a panic, and fed the cats. What can it mean, that I might have written comedy instead? Of course, I always thought I was.
This balcony continues to surprise me, quietly. The hummingbirds continue to dive into the nectar, the birds continuew to breed. Some bumble bees come to investigate but all I can offer them are pansies. Their food is in the backyard, in the flowering Joe Pye’s Weed. A jay screeches its irritation–who has wronged it now? I feel like that jay, angry at the world , or frustrated, before its, my, voice tires.
Where will we be a year from now? What will have changed in our daily lives? Will there really and truly be a woman in the White House who knows what an idli is, who has walked on Marina Beach?
A hummingbird comes by and dances with her tail feathers , perhaps with her reflection at my window. Up and down she dances, having drunk from the salvia, and then she flies off to rest on a tree limb. I watch because I wonder how long she will stay, content. She stays for several minutes, until someone comes by, gravel crunching under their feet.
I watch the green outside my window this day in late August, wonder if we will ever get rain again? I know that soon the trees will change color and fall. Is fall simply a word to describe the action of leaves, as spring describes the bounce of new growth? Spring into action, then fall down? Fall down to spring up again?
I always feel more human after reading your posts. I loved the video with the hummingbirds feeding at the salvia (? – you mentioned salvia, this is such a prolific bush!). Being in touch with nature keeps us earthbound. Thank you!
This is so nice. How are you, Dana? Did you ever get roses? The salvia the hummingbirds love is called Wendy’s Wish. It grows very quickly too. Stay safe!
I enjoyed reading your writing!