Diana’s School Today
The chalkboard in the entrance
said welcome Mr. Stan, one of the founders
as I toured the Center for Handicapped Children in Buffalo,
a school that we started in the early 70’s
now populated by over fifty students.
I walked into the classrooms and the gym,
musing about beginnings and endings,
how Diana – fragile, delicate and vulnerable –
flowed into this present moment
in the midst of trauma, pain and sorrow.
Walking out to my rental car,
I recalled the fiercely protective ospreys,
shrieking their hunting calls over the salt meadow,
determined to come back to the nest and feed their young,
protected by a persistent love
those swooping ospreys sailing over salt meadows,
the mind reeling and dropping into the water,
hopeful and alive in the cycle of life and death.