The highlight of my day: coming across a poet-for-hire GennaRose Nethercott at the District Hall anniversary celebration tonight…I showed her this photo of me playing with jo staff and sky, and in about 3 minutes or less, she typed up this free verse poem:
Take up your sword,
felled from a tree which grew
into the swelling earth. Above:
a canvas. A swath of blue paper.
Slice it open like an envelope.
Inside you may find a letter
written to you by the dawn.
Your hands are precise, skilled
at peeing an apple
in one long strip–
& so too, do you unfurl
each leaf of firmament, stick
in your grasp, connecting earth
to sky with your motion.
(I especially like the image of slicing open the sky and finding a letter…and nails it on “connecting earth to sky” — connecting heaven and earth is an image built into Shintaido. I can often find energy by reaching up to the sky, or relax by sinking down to the earth. Inspires me to try some free verse sometime)