Early in October on the Merritt Parkway. I left Mystic just a short time ago. The sun is lowering in the west and I drive nearly directly into it. I am going to California to visit people I haven’t seen in years and meet my granddaughters for the first time. Early October of 2012 and another adventure to gently unfold before me. On the radio in my ten year old SAAB is Bach; a concerto for two violins. I listen as the car pulls along highway 15 west, rolling hills with oak trees shedding leaves and a golden sun fueling my movement and my imagination as well. So much is happening in this moment to provide the stage for two violins making love, filling my vehicle with gathering physical purpose, finding the various pieces within that are ready to use the violins to pull all the triggers that have been gathering for years. I’ve the need to find a lover and that lover has found me traveling at fifty miles per hour into the sun and into another adventure to the west of here. So much awaits one if one pays attention. Our lives continually surround us, moving, pacing, keeping us within discovery distance at all time. If only I had known… That doesn’t matter. No “If only”s. Today is today. Ten years of todays have passed and all is well.
The violins are teasing and loving at once and they are lifting me up and over these rolling hills along this magical road west providing sound and sight and essence of beautiful life. I only need to take it in.
LARGO MA NON TANTO*
Reverie –
Violins singing to me,
Beckoning, leading,
Inviting me,
Yearning to be mine,
I see you.
The promise of love in this moment,
Fingers in hair, scalp responding with shear
Delight!
Brow smoothing and eye lids weighing,
Hearts soaring – bodies responding,
Leaning in and
Arms encircling.
The love of lovers,
Lips meeting, brushing,
Tracing the landscape of
Breast and thigh,
Inhaling thick and sweet vapor,
Tasting, filling a void
With salt and scent.
I feel the ocean and the desert,
Rolling with wave and dune,
Our bodies warm and wet,
Clinging and pressing together,
No time, no space as we fill and sate,
Move to the sweet violin’s strains,
The bow plays the strings and we stir, thrill, and vibrate.
G. M. Goodwin
November 2012 to
October 1, 2014
*Inspired by J.S. Bach
Concerto for Two Violins
BWV 1043
2nd movement
Playing Fair and Being Kind 
What took ME so long?
It is difficult, if not impossible, to use proper grammar on tags. Me, you…It was me who took so long.
Sailor Rest Your Oar so brought back memories of when Jim was stationed in Biloxi, Mississippi and I was there with him. That was the early 60’s and the segregation -I was told to keep my mouth shut or I would surely be shot!!! The rules between bus riders, restaurants, rentals, etc it was not a pleasant time!
You have a flair for writing! And old friend, the dramatic, and romantic verse
(& thoughts) …. My 81 year old soul reflecting on all my “single” male friends, don’t you ever get tired?