A Note from a Friend
A friend recently noticed what appeared to be trash next to the Whale Dance sculpture near Exit 4. He stopped by to pick it up and found out it was not trash at all, but a remarkably apt poem that is part of the Poem Town 2020 celebration in Randolph. He shared it with us, and now we share it with you.
When the time comes, let me sleep. Isn't it enough
that all the atoms and molecules that danced
in the bodies of Plato, Botticelli, Attila the Hun
have been reborn in us? Reborn in the grass,
trees, in rain and ocean tides, in the cicada's
serenade to autumn? Nothing is lost.
Great nature recycles herself. Let me rise as ash, fall as cinder,
drop deep in the waters of the Ottauquechee
flowing to the great sea. Let my atoms and molecules
swim in the flukes of the great whale, echo in the song
of the sandpiper skittering on the deserted beach,
caper with the sand flea in the dunes.
When rising oceans claim our ordinary lives, then millions of souls
of trees and grass, elephants, hawks and bees,
all will join in the whirlwind of earth's next transformation.
-Peggy Brightman, Taftsville