Long Lines

 Long Lines  

                        —For Anne

This is the season of making sense of our lives.

Our poems need long lines to encase our experiences,

Dickinsonian dashes to honor ambiguities—

and to expand possibilities of multiple meanings—

Oh, we are subtle, seasoned, complex.

It takes a sophisticated palette to enjoy our full flavor.

Of course, at our age, losing a friend can be catastrophic—

but equally true that acquiring a new one may be a stunning gift.

Last night we were given enriching further glimpses

into the life of a marvelous painter, a lively nonagenarian

in our circle who shared stories of her life and art, and then

astonished us with tales of copiloting trans-continental flights—

races—with a female pilot who knew how few flying chances we get-- 

wow!   Oh, Anne, interpreter of color, dabbler in abstract expressionism, manifest worker of wonders, gleeful appreciator

of life, how lovely to know your latest show opens tomorrow!

Kudos! And thank you for being so fully

the Brilliant Anne Sarcka

while remaining a member

of UCM’s Women’s Alliance.

Cheers!

                                                        —Sef, 4/2/2025