Ludicrous-ity

 

My friend Maggie Claire and I

get together about once a month

for lunch and deep discussions that

range from metaphysics to ludicrous-ity

We walk up to the Rock Creek Tavern

which borders her estate (she lives in

a castle) sit by the fireplace

and eat and chat

Yesterday, we encountered a vividly

coloured rooster near the entrance

and since he was the only chicken

in sight, quite noticeable

Maggie Claire and I have known each other

since in our teens-more than half a century

Now that we’re crones we like to

talk about what life has taught us

and how differently we see the world now

as opposed to then

there is much laughter and guffawing

 at the Ludicous-ity of how life unfolds-

all the little ironies and betrayals, the picayune

and the ginormous- nothing  much matters

 anymore except to explore the curiosities of

 our own natures and how we have grown

Maggie Claire is critiquing a novel I penned

over 30 years ago-to get it ready to relaunch

on Amazon

She’s known me so long we can laugh at my

early literary efforts and measure together

how far I’ve come

As the business part of our meeting winds

down, we look up and the rooster is on

 the window sill right next to us,

as the waitress brings our food

she tells us his name is “Raymond”

Shortly thereafter, Raymond   serenades

us with an aria of plaintive cocka-doodle-doos

We muse that we wish we knew what he was

saying so emphatically

As we dig in, we talk about family stuff-candidly

Now, it is safe-dead people cannot protest

With elder perspective there is no judgment or

regret- just chuckling at the ironies and

Ludicrous-ities of our forebears who we

truly have reverence & gratitude  for

 the lessons they taught us

Maggie Claire’s mother was an atheist

My own mother, a Catholic

resulting in their daughters’ rejection of

Organized religion and a lifelong study of

Metaphysics with a keen sense of

Ludicrous-ity

Raymond has taken a break from crowing

and now he is peering in the window at us

Then he crows again and it sounds

like he’s telling the world:

“Look at those two old ladies eating lunch!

They talk and laugh like they are young!"

RMK © November, 2015.