Friday, December 29, 2017

How many buttons?

How many buttons did you have to push to come here? How many times did you push them? How many links did you have to follow? One? Two? Three? Did this process seem difficult to you? Did it feel like it took very much time? — as long, perhaps, is it took my father to go in search of road apples all around the farm when he was a kid during the Great Depression, because his uncle, just ten years his senior, had said, “Go find some road apples”? It was the first time he’d heard the term. He didn’t know what road apples were. But he went out looking for them just the same. Up and down the narrow road in front of their house. Road 66. Up and down the vineyard rows. Behind the barn. Under the mulberry tree. Imagine how many links he had to click on. And where did they lead? To a beautiful childhood memory. To a story laughed over and told a hundred times. How many buttons? — on your coat? on your face? on your smile? on the life you lead? O my friend! my love!


Anthony Duce said...

Enjoyed.. Yes and what of the many buttons left undone, closed and later, reluctantly released?

*** said...

Enough to fertilize all the vineyards
that grew the grapes
that went into the wine
that I heartily drank

and now I laugh
and click click click
and love

Button up! It's mighty cold out there. Tho it did rise to 13 degrees today and another degree, just now, after reading this ~

William Michaelian said...

The funny thing is, it’s 52 here this morning — a 25-degree swing from our recent chill. Fresh ocean air. Rain in the forecast.

Thank you for the click click click — up on the housetop with old St. Nick.

Thank you, too, Anthony. What it comes down to, I think, is that we can all use a mental wardrobe change. And by we, of course, I mean me. Because yours looks good on you.

*** said...

No charge for the clicking, but the unintentional allegory has to be worth a red centavo in Dixie

William Michaelian said...