“I wanted to be a doctor that I might be able to work without having to talk because for years I had been giving myself out in words.”
Doctor Albert Schweitzer,
Recalled on his death,
September 4, 1965
Sunday, May 19, 2019
May 29, 2019
ECHOES
A piano going “Blink, blink,
blink” -
a cold silver butter knife like
blinking sound going through
open autumn afternoon windows ….
A bowling ball rolling down
a well waked wooden floor, but it
only hits 9 pins - leaving one
standing ….
A car horn beeps, “Beep! Beep!
Beep!”
It’s from the angry driver
in the car right behind my car ….
I’m too slow for her - I guess ….
As I’m aging I’m hearing
more and more echoes of
anger and anxiety ….
I guess I’m getting too slow
for too, too many people.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2019
May 27, 2019
RETURNS
Standing there - fifth on line -
at the RETURNS counter
at the Department Store ….
The person - up front -
first for the moment
was yelling - yelling.
Slow …. Slow …. Slow ….
The second person,
then the third and the fourth
with gifts, gloves, skirts,
boxes, boxes, boxes,
started to yell, “Manager!”
“Get a second person
here. Hurry up! It’s all too
slow.”
I turned around and walked
out of the store and donated
a neat blue blazer - with
sleaves too short for me -
to a begger just outside
the door of the store.
But he yelled at me -
but it was a nice yell:
“Hey! Thanks! Nice!”
And I turned and gave
him a return,
“You’re welcome.”
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2019
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