Life is full of revelations, and some of them I have chronicled here in my blog over the last two years… it seems many of them come to me late in life…
The first time Wayne and I visited Moscow and walked through the graveyard of their Russian leaders I had a moment of illumination… I later wrote about it in this poem.
Tomb Inscriptions
Linguistically ignorant
of Cyrillic, and
unprepared yet eager
to appreciate
Russian history,
I couldn’t read
the inscriptions
chiseled in granite
on the leaders’ great tombs
in Red Square.
“Now what about George
and Abe?” I questioned myself
as I walked through
the Russian graveyard avenue.
Able to read their tomb inscriptions–
what a pity
that I didn’t.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 
Did you mean George AND Abe? Or else I didn’t get it. (Can you imagine how long a light bulb would stay in a Russian graveyard before it was stolen?)
Thanks, Lamar, always hard to self edit, and in poetry every word is extremely significant… How are you guys?
Bonnie
I read this two or three times (including Lamra’s question and your response) before I appreciated it appropriately. “Able to read thier tomb insrciptions[what a pity I didn’t” is a great line. We really do need to learn to appreciate every day and every opportunity we have.
Hey David, have you guys left for your vacation yet? Wayne has been in your neck of the woods the last few days and stopped by your office but your were not in… he hated to miss you.
We are still here. We leave on 21 July to Madrid for two days then on to Miami/Key West, then to California for my niece’s Bat Mitzvah then to New York for my mother, her twin sister and my father’s sister’s 90th birthday celebration. If Wayne is still here, tell him to call me. I don’t have the Christians number.
Even before I got online this morning I thought again about this poem; we show so much interst in things that are far from us and miss that which is close . . .