Casual Friday

Jeb’s alarm just went off. It’s 5:51am. Coffee is brewed.
I make rounds in the dark. Move between beds. Hug and kiss each occupant. Whisper.
“It’s Friday. I love you.”
I come to the keyboard. Am slowed by the slice on my thumb.
Last night I foolishly wrestled with a can of olives.
This morning it smarts.
The garbage truck grinds to a stop at our place. All gears and motor and safety beeps.
Then quiet.
Jeb’s up and sneezing.
The Bohemian stirs and yawns.

It’s a rather small cut, but my thumb slows me down.
Taps out spaces between mundane prose.

I’ve heard of offices offering “casual Fridays” to employees. Workers get a break from dressing in business attire.

Today, I’d say, that the Archives is not wearing a power suit.
It’s fitted in leisure clothes, all the way.

photo courtesy of motherAWESOME

Watch This

I wake
wondering
if Jeb will ever
memorize
eight plus six
fourteen
he soon will be
and he won’t
care anymore
if I
watch him
attempt
skate board tricks
no more
hearing
“Mom! Ok, watch this one!”
right
now
I can stand
by the plumeria tree
observe
his goofy foot
push offs
and ramp jumps
while my head’s
half-way between
tomorrow’s oil change
and
tonight’s dinner
oh
the wake up call
from an eight year old
mom, watch this 

photo courtesy of miggslives

Talk About the Weather

It’s not that there’s nothing to say.  It’s just that anything worth sharing is still bubbling about inside my creative well.

In the interim, there’s the standard, go-to:  weather.

That inescapable presence we all share in common, no matter our race or creed.

It’s a humbling force, one that here on Kauai has been heavy-handed as of late. Hot, steamy and sticky.  75% humidity.  No wind.

So this morning, no poetry.  Just a hankering for some precipitation.  A photo found from the summer to remind me when the skies opened to bless us in a shower.

Today, art turns to the weather.  A respectful request.  My version of a rain dance.

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved