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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sunshine on My Shoulders by KM Wilsher

I'm back! I rocked on my finals! Thanks for all your well-wishings!
Here is something from 2000 - So many nuances in this for/from me.







Sunshine on My Shoulders


“…not the life of one man only, but a lifetime burning in every moment…”
T.S. Elliot

It’s breathtaking the way the morning sun takes its time gaining possession of the morning sky. Like a child, barely able to see over the counter top, steals a look at the coveted cookie jar; in the same way, the sun’s light peeks over the sturdy mountain tops to steal a look at my Rocky Mountain, valley hideaway home. Not unlike a velvet curtain being pulled back at the start of a splendid theater production, one can nearly hear the applause as the sunlight, inch by inch, reveals jagged peaks, unveils golden Aspen trees, and eventually declares the valley’s full naked beauty. It is apparent to the eye that this canyon was created by receding waters; obvious that, when Jehovah spoke His word, the water was encouraged to dissipate and left rings --like bathtub rings-- tattooed on the bluffs.

From the elevated redwood deck on the backside of our white brick house I can feel the sunshine on my shoulders. My hometown of Durango perfectly sculptured on the valley floor beneath me. Hearing the morning wind wrestling through Pine trees, I simultaneously feel it caress my face with a talent only it possesses. It is a symphony of nature and man, when above the wind I hear the horn of the Narrow Gauge Train making its way through the tranquil town below me. Whoo-woo.

My younger sister sneaks up and yanks on my windblown tresses. I slug her nonchalantly. She yanks again, and I try to return the favor, reaching for her long brown braid. Missing, I resolve to win this battle by tackling her, throwing her onto the padded, redwood lawn chair. We giggle as we nearly fall off the other side. Recovering quickly, we begin to fight for position as sole inhabitant of the huge chair. Soon we give up and decide to share our throne on the deck --at least for now.

The sun seeps through the lacquered boards that make up the overhang, and I witness the dust particles doing their magnificent dance in their natural spotlight. My nose fills with the smells of bacon, and biscuits from the kitchen. The radio presents its melodies. Mom and Dad, preparing breakfast together, in two part harmony croon about a hotel in California. Then I begin to wonder: What do they mean, “You can check in any time you like, but you can never leave. . .”

8 comments:

Billy Coffey said...

That was great, KM. And it's so good to see you back!

Congrats on rocking your finals (as if I didn't know you wouldn't do just that).

KM Wilsher said...

BC~ A rocker that rocks :) I got 100% on a cumlitave final - ?????
God is good!

Thank you for stopn by! I'm loving what's going on over at:
http://billycoffey.blogspot.com/
Good stuff, Billy, really.

Anonymous said...

It's sooo good you're back, KM. I soooo missed you.

Rock on, girl.

Alison Bryant said...

Congrats and welcome back! Beautiful post. Makes me want to pack up my car right now and go one state north to see those mountains.

KM Wilsher said...

Hi Lynn!

Thank you Alison :)
Let's all meet in the Rockies!
Wouldn't that be a gas!

Kathryn Hupp-Harris said...

That was beautiful. It's so good to have you back.

But I pray that you never truly have to understand the depth of that lyric: "You can check in any time you like, but you can never leave. . .”

That's a hard road to travel.

Brandon Barr said...

Hey, great descriptions! And good job on finishing the finals. I'm curious about your heroic fantasy submission...can I get a back cover blurb to ease my curiousity...?

KM Wilsher said...

Thanks Kat! There is meaning in that lyric beyond what one can believe. It seems that somehow I knew it from that day on the deck. . .:)

Brandon, I will work on that back cover blurb. When its done - I'll send it!
Thanks for reading my post!