Alone. To read poems for “Uniquely Auburn”.
So this is how my day began. My grandma passed away yesterday. That’s 7 to the family death count in the last one month. Very depressing and uncomfortable, and uhm…not at all how I wanted the day to begin.
It rained heavy and the sky was dull grey.
From the way I drove the car, you would know that I got lost a couple of times. I called down all the gods and goddesses that my mom had introduced to me since I was a child. Troubled my husband too.
And it took me about two hours to psyche myself up before I got to the Auburn Performing Arts Center.
Here’s a picture of us, the Striped Water Poets as we are called –
There’s no better way to gain an audience for poetry than on this stage, where we gave a professional reading to around 400 people. I read into the mike and knew my grandma was sitting somewhere out there, listening.
The joy of reconnecting the power of poetry to the people : priceless. We gave them the pleasure of our poems: the words and sounds.
The night came sooner than expected and with it, there was heavy rainfall.
By now, I had gotten used to getting lost. Of course, I took the wrong exit and got on track by the next one again.
I can still feel myself tensing up when I started in the morning, but I knew it was going to be a day well spent and the memory of my grandma in the reading will forever remain.
So, how did your weekend pass?