Today we drove down to Niantic and took a 3-mile walk along their famous boardwalk beside the sea. Strangely, there were almost no people on the beach on this overcast but warm Saturday morning, but we passed many walkers, most of them obviously past 60 and striding ahead as if performing some serious work (which they were). 

"Hole in the Wall Beach, Niantic, CT"
oil by Roxanne Steed

Later, I went back to an old Audible recording I purchased years ago and listened to, and read, Book 1 of Wordsworth's "Prelude, or The Autobiography of a Poet", a long and beautiful poem I read and loved long ago. The reader is a Brit who does a marvelous job of capturing Wordsworth's smooth rhythms and splendid word choices. I'm hoping to continue with the poem over the next week or so. I also want to continue listening to and reading Fielding's Tom Jones, the book we'll be discussing next in our book club.  

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MY POEM FOR TODAY

REVAMPING

(Braelynn J., 52, Blessings, CT)

She says her life is positively revamped

just about every day,

just like the sky is constantly overhauled

by its impulsive clouds and colors,

and like little puddles on days of rain

are refurbished second by second

with reassuring ripples and wavelets and flowings.

Many of us, she says, thankfully welcome

these endless remodelings because we see

it’s the way it always is and everywhere,

like the reshaping and gushing that goes

on through the whole universe, even

the dust on our tables at home

that has the newest designs each day.

According to this moment and the next,

she says, nothing is the same,

nothing knows better than right now

how to be refashioned and helpful,

and what she loves most are cars on the interstate,

 always passing and shifting and adjusting,

just like her likable life is.