IN YOUR BONNET

Sunshine falls on the lake’s waves

making shadows which keep moving

like people in a parade. There is a

general direction, and everyone looks

the same. The waves are similar and

if it were a real parade there would

be a lot of strutting and showing off.

After all this is Fifth Avenue and the

photographers are busy trying to

outdo each other. Meanwhile

the waves keep rolling and the

“crowd” keeps scampering along.

Some of the elites are wondering

if they will make the pages of the

rotogravure where the socialites

will see them. They will try to write

sonnets about their Easter bonnets,

but those who should care are also

busy writing and the truth is, it is

starting to rain on the parade.

The marchers are scampering

for shelter. The waves are slower

now, rolling quietly and the sun

is going in and out and it looks

like people leaving a stadium

in the fourth quarter with their

team doomed to defeat. There

will be other times, other parades,

and other years. We must be

optimistic now, don’t we? The

parade is pagan, in a way, when

you remember the real reason

for Easter Sunday.

Stanski

April 9, 2023, ^