God save the King - Eugene Bianchi

Hello friends. Watching the momentous funeral ceremonies for Queen Elizabeth yesterday, the faces of the royal family were a study of both sadness and uncertainty. Questions about what becomes of the monarchy now are bound to arise, but the very dignity and grace with which Britain assumes a new head of state is meant to convey orderly continuity.

I was struck by the remarks of several American observers, made somewhat wistfully, that our country has no leader above the fray of politics — our current confusion might use a “Grannie” such as Elizabeth to smooth over the schoolyard fights of Democrats and Republicans.

I was reminded of the words of my own mother shortly before her death, meant to calm and soothe after a lifetime of storm and stress: Eugene, please don’t get nervous. May we all be lifted up, freed of earthly worry and entanglements, like a butterfly set free. I join many people in wishing the new King well, whatever comes next for the monarchy. Best, Gene.

Return of the Monarch Butterfly

As I sat in a quiet garden

after my mom’s funeral in Oakland,

a monarch danced among the plants.

I connect this apparition to her
words during our last visit:
“Eugene, please don’t get nervous.”

Hardly a special phrase to memorialize,

but appropriate for her after a life

of kindly nervousness with constant stress,

driven by inner traits
and a difficult marriage,
eased by family and friends.

Monarchs return now and then,

reminders of her, as yesterday

on my way to get the paper.

A panicked butterfly was trapped
in a large spider web, well beyond reach,
wings fluttering gold,

I grabbed an extension pole for skylights,
and after two tries, worked her free
until she lifted off in mutual joy.

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