Reflection and gratitude redeem hard-edged
days, return me to a snow-framed day.
I was still living in the dungeon on Fitch–
the middle-aged man screaming at his
elderly parents in the house above me.
Driving home from work at the ResCen
my Lynx slid into snowbank, stuck fast.
Four men materialized, heaved my car
(me in it) onto roadway and traction. I made
it home, wanting to thank them–somehow.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
“Somehow” was my August 2, 2012 poem for the postcard poetry project. I used a contemporary card of Mount Shuksan, Washington–subtitled “Paddling across Mount Shuksan’s reflection.” I mailed it to Tatiana in New Haven, Connecticut.
Curious, how “paddling across… reflection” and the recipient’s address in New Haven led me back to an event that happened in 1989 while I was living in that city. That’s some 23 years ago. I remain grateful to those four men helping me that day; blessings to them.
Blessings to Tatiana and all, Andy