The world is beginning to dream again and so are we. I see strength returning to Tracy’s spirit, and it does my heart good. She was able to use her walker to walk to the sink, sit down and wash up her face and arms in the sink today. A milestone!
She said it felt so good. She changed into a personal nightgown and felt like a whole new person.
We are hoping to get her into in patient rehab on Monday but it is pending insurance approval. You know how it is…
It is not good enough that doctors, nurses, and Physical and Occupational therapists recommend it. No, the insurance company, not her personal medical team, must approve it first. Please pray with us she can go.
The poetry prompt for today challenged me to write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. I found the book’s table of contents from the groovy “Look Inside” feature of Amazon.
Immediately the chapter entitled “naming wild hippo” caught my eye. A memory of standing of the banks of the Mara river during the season of The Great Migration in the Massai Mara. With our Massai guide, we stood high above the river where submerged hippos wallowed in the cool muddy water. We had to be absolutely quiet so as not to seem a threat to the territorial hippo.
Somehow I wanted to bring that moment in my poem, and I wanted to use some Massai words to honor the Massai warrior guide who taught us so much during our time with him. After a little research, I chose the words: God, Massai, and thank you. The words in italics are Massai words with the definition immediately following in English.
naming wild hippo
naamoni aiyai the she to whom I pray; you who stirs the sky, scatters the stars chasing
cobwebs into corners. you who named wild hippos, submerged nostrils lurking in murky water whirling—
a vortex of violence. how will i know the wily slip spinning bubbles beneath the smooth surface belie
the danger? you stand like a bulwark, the bastion of defense for our earthwork. we are massai—the work of god.
ashe. thank you.
--a draft poem by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
Let me know what you think in the comments below. Share the love, write a poem, appreciate a good friend. Each moment is a new beginning.