Rants and raves, San Miguel de Allende, Writings

Grateful on this cool, preternaturally calm Sunday morning, I ask myself, isn’t this just enough, for now?


All photographs taken on walks around San Miguel de Allende, the Magic City.

Lurking in the dark corner of the far left tabs

on my computer, for two weeks now,

Concerto for flute, no. 1 in G-Major, K. 313 (1778)

By Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and performed

By the Iceland Symphony Orchestra.

I imagine that Mozart and the ISO have

Survived so much. An Iceland orchestra must

IMG_1327Be composed of hardy creatures, impervious to

Cold, dark — Or is permanently lit? I forget.– winters

And barren landscapes that cry out

For a Mozart concerto to bring warmth and brighten

life and the endless day — or is it the night?

The soloist is Hallfríður Ólafsdóttir, she of

Rich and full-bodied embouchure and lilting fingers and

Doomed to cringe each time she is asked,

“How do you spell that name?”

So Mozart and Iceland’s finest have survived

On a tab when dozens of others have come and gone

By accident or design. I count 25 tabs open just now,

Many for reasons that escape me.

So on a perfect San Miguel Sunday morning,

Mozart and the Iceland Symphony Orchestra

Are being set free as I sit on the terrace

Caressing fresh blueberry muffins and sipping

My third cup of coffee while church bells call

The secret faithful who slip in by the side door

To worship at a distance like in some

Hallowed speakeasy, gambling with their lives,

Rolling their souls like dice.

But how can I complain when it is church bells

That accent this benign canvas before me?

Even the rooftop dogs yield their angry chorus

To the church bells and Mozart and the songbirds.

Yes, the songbirds. Allegro ma non troppo choruses,

Urgent and lyrical searches for mates

From deep inside these thick leafy trees.

Were they always here?

No,  they arrived with the absence of loud cars

And belching trucks downshifting on the Liberamente,

And the quieted cacophonous concerto of a living city.

This becalming has allowed the hidden grace

Of this city to shine forth once more.

During Mozart’s spaces and contemplative pauses

The birds exert their songs into this mindscape.

Some voices are fresh to these ears. Some, like the cooing doves,

And abrasive old crow, are old friends from the treetops.

The absence of cars,

No longer kicking up dust on cobblestone roads like

mustangs running wild across the plains,

Enables the flowers to shimmer more brilliantly

Than I can recall.

Such deep reds, ambers, purples, blues!

Even bushes of white blossoms are not cloaked in

the powdery beige of street dust.

Mozart has ended — but before the Iceland Symphony

Can bow, embrace bouquets, and give its goodbyes,

I hit repeat. In dire need of an encore,

Grateful for their sublime offering from 2015.

I join their 4.3K ‘thumbs up’ and 644,346 listeners

To which I am now 644,348 and 644,347.

Hallfríður Ólafsdóttir’s flute fills me with gratitude

On this Sunday morning for the missing cars,

The furtive church bells, the harmonizing songbirds,

The neon-pitched flora, a Rose that glows brightest of all,

The third cup of coffee, the homemade blueberry muffins

The fresh glorious morning air with its shy, cool breeze

— and I ask myself,

Isn’t this just enough?

For now?




Welcome to the door of your imagination.  What wonders await inside, if you’d only find the key to unlock it?


5 thoughts on “Grateful on this cool, preternaturally calm Sunday morning, I ask myself, isn’t this just enough, for now?

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