Among Black Elk's prayers was one for those walking with the wind in their faces. Well, at least the walkers have their virtue. But that's a long story.
Driving my daughters to school we got stuck on 6th Avenue at 10th st while men resurfaced the road, one Roadtech vehicle pulling up the asphalt and shooting it via an aerial conveyor belt into the back of a dump truck. It was a kind of ballet, a truck ballet.
Coming back, I learned that it was Repeal Day from the voice on the radio, 13 years dry from 1920 to 1933 ending on this day. 13 years seems like the right number, but that too is a long story, involving Binah, the hand of God that takes away.
At the corner of 16th and PPW I noticed the pigeons circling in, and wondered if breakfast was served at 9. And then I saw everything in front of me, the upper clouds blowing North, the lower blowing South, the tint in the glass, even my headache like an egg broken over my skull, dripping more to the left than the right.
Later at Methodist, we saw my son's abdomen via ultrasound which we hoped would reveal what exactly that strange lump we'd felt was. Dr. Shah found nothing of concern in the glassy ocean with its multiple tides and radiant jellyfish. So what was that thing we'd worried about all day?
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