Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
This past weekend, I agreed to accompany my mother to the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival in Stanhope, N.J. I was expecting to be somewhat bored, since I’m more of a music person than a poetry person. It’s a little too esoteric for me to focus on, though I do like certain poets. Aside from lack of sleep issues, I was pleasantly surprised and wished I had spent more time there.
We left early Saturday morning and, as I was unable to fall asleep the night before, I was too tired to focus by the time we got there. My mother ended up being tired too, so we headed back to the hotel to nap. She went back to the festival to see a poet she was interested in, but she was still too tired to really appreciate it. When she came back again, she woke me up and we had dinner then hung around the hotel room for the rest of the night.
Sunday went better, since we were both more rested. Mom went to a discussion group, “Poetry as a Disruptive Force” and I went to listen to the Native American storyteller, Dovie Thomason. She was incredible. After a short break, we went to check out a reading by another poet, but then we were both ready to go. I wish I had been more alert to enjoy it, but I suppose that just means I’ll have to go back! It was a good weekend, and I liked spending time with my mother, as always.