Before the Morning Bus Stop Drop

 

 

courtesy of Bodhi Rouse
courtesy of Bodhi Rouse

 

sensation stirs
within
a longing
inspiration
bittersweet
desire
to capture
see
reflect
share

become aware

before the bustle of toasted bagels
messy sesame seeds
foggy car windows
and the defrost setting
mixed with humid morning air
driving to the bus
stop

an eleven-year old boy
hair styled
with experimental gel
bangs stiff
but flopping
beneath the weight of a do
too long to hold
he’s too young
to know

me
mother
at least
knows
these things cannot be told
they must be
suggested
delicately

all so delicate

as he tells me
how fun it was
wrestling with the boys
punching as hard as they could
getting all their anger
out
laughing
sweating
hurting

then running off together
to jump fences
pick fresh mangos
and eat them
whole

Stairway to…

Valdštejn Castle, Czech Republic photo courtesy of The Bohemian
Valdštejn Castle, Czech Republic
photo courtesy of The Bohemian

 

tight
narrow
spiraling
curve
destination
unknown
light
hinting

no escape

these
are the steps
in the Castle

Pre-Dawn Birthday Thoughts

early morning
still dark
birds begin
sound of crickets
an occasional insect
taps against the lamplit window
geckos laugh in the kitchen
coffee cools on the coaster
refrigerator hums
feet are bare
at 5am
I feel like shedding this nightgown

today marks the passage
41 years
of circling the sun
spinning upon this earthen sphere
as human
footsteps transporting
this body of cells
manifest as woman

I have breathed through these lungs
for four decades
trying to learn
and live
the love

last year
Fabulous 40
was just off-center
I did not feel fabulous
just funny

41 needs no fanfare
no heavy expectations here
just dinner
at a favorite restaurant
the table by the fountain
one friend, my husband, and my son
please no birthday songs
and a slice of green tea ice cream cake
well, that would be divine

today I’ll do a little bit of everything
keep trying to remember
presence
all these years I’ve been practicing
this pace
this existence
this experience of humanness in 3D form

pen to paper
fingers to keys
keys in the ignition
lips pressed to a cup rim
hands rinsing under water at the sink
inhaling oxygen
with all these trees
sharing air with ladybugs
hair moving in a breeze

I’ve been collecting
all of these moments
on the inside
where I can’t see
on the outside
shown as lines
freckles on my skin

all accumulated data
compiling to conclusions
and thus far
I think it best to rest

I know
nothing
I’ll say
thank you
keep remembering
the Love

photo courtesy of Crispin Semmens
photo courtesy of Crispin Semmens