Minnows and Estate Sales

My friend Deb used this photo on her Facebook page.  I’m pretty sure I have this star dish in my estate sale.  It is all I think about.  I’m dreaming it now and I still have over two weeks to go.  It is my life.  I remember being a little kid and laying on my stomach on the end of the dock and tempting minnows to come over with little pieces of bread.  And they would swarm and I would do this for hours on end – I don’t know why.  Probably because I was so unfortunate to be a kid in the 60’s so I had to look at minnows, play kicker in the streets and read books.  Horrors – there was neither internet nor Xbox.  So anyhow, I would go to bed after a long day of minnow-watching and see minnows swimming behind my eyelids.  Like a screen saver.  Now I close my eyes at night, after reading as long as I can without passing out – still reading but no baby fishes – and I see the contents of this house.  So anyhow, I’m going to Maine in a couple of weeks and I think maybe I’ll lay on my stomach on the end of the dock and look at minnows. They’ll still be there.


8 thoughts on “Minnows and Estate Sales

  1. One day you finally knew
    what you had to do, and began,
    though the voices around you
    kept shouting
    their bad advice ‑
    though the whole house
    began to tremble
    and you felt the old tug
    at your ankles.
    “Mend my life!”
    each voice cried.
    But you didn’t stop.
    You knew what you had to do,
    though the wind pried
    with its stiff fingers
    at the very foundations,
    though their melancholy
    was terrible.

    It was already late
    enough, and a wild night,
    and the road full of fallen
    branches and stones.
    But little by little,
    as you left their voices behind,
    the stars began to burn
    through the sheets of clouds,
    and there was a new voice
    which you slowly
    recognized as your own,
    that kept you company
    as you strode deeper and deeper
    into the world,
    determined to do
    the only thing you could do ‑
    determined to save
    the only life you could save.

    ~ Mary Oliver

    Read this today and thought you might like it. I love her poetry.

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