“When I got home I
mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it
and listened to the groundswell of traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and
looked at the glare of the big angry city hanging over the shoulder of the
hills through which the boulevard had been cut. Far off the banshee wail of
police or fire sirens rose and fell, never for very long completely silent. Out
there in the night of a thousand crimes, people were dying, being maimed, cut
by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People
were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped, and murdered. People were hungry,
sick; bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear; angry, cruel,
feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous
and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends
on where you sit and what your private score is.” ~ Excerpt from Raymond
Chandler’s The Long Goodbye
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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