Thursday, October 7, 2010
Invisible Line
The one that you cross
or that crosses you
leading to situations you didn't want to be in
or did but didn't know it
but anyway you are there
where prayers are silent
heartbeats last for hours
silence roars like a red river
questions stick in your throat
voices flash like lightning bolts
echoes thunder in your head
Why am I here?
or that crosses you
leading to situations you didn't want to be in
or did but didn't know it
but anyway you are there
where prayers are silent
heartbeats last for hours
silence roars like a red river
questions stick in your throat
voices flash like lightning bolts
echoes thunder in your head
Why am I here?
That Wonderful Yesterday
October 6, 2010, 10:06am and 3:27pm
Feel yesterday in today
Arms hugging curves and muscles
Demands melt away
M&Ms in the heat of us
Sweet kisses flutter from our eyes
Sparking the air between
Attracting breath bound in love
Looming ventures in time
You looked at me without me knowing
I loved you without you looking
Steps crossed over and over in an endless search
Until one yesterday
The air was wet
The leaves crunched
Our breath was deep
We met
We passed each other
We circled looking back
Hoping to pass closer next time
Each time
Pushing others out of the way
Until all left was just us
That wonderful yesterday
Under a dark sky
Filled with stars
Night hawks singing
We kissed
Jelly in space
Friday, September 14, 2007
Health Benefits Of A Cheese Noodle
A brilliant little tidbit from my eldest son,
Jackson, who will be four this November,
set me laughing
and then wondering about the health benefits of cheez doodles,
in this case the organic version from Wild Oats,
which tastes much more like cheese,
with the still satisfying crunch of the original,
without the puffiness or as much finger staining,
and as my Jax munched happily
on his orange snack sticks in his blue melamine bowl
while I typed on my all too small little laptop,
trying hard not to hit more than one key at a time,
he looks at me coughing just a little bit,
which is why we were both home together today,
he was sick and couldn't go to school,
and he looks me right in the eyes and says,
Mom, cheez noodles made my cough go away.
Did they? How'd they do that, I asked him?
Ya, they made me all better because there is air in them.
Jackson, who will be four this November,
set me laughing
and then wondering about the health benefits of cheez doodles,
in this case the organic version from Wild Oats,
which tastes much more like cheese,
with the still satisfying crunch of the original,
without the puffiness or as much finger staining,
and as my Jax munched happily
on his orange snack sticks in his blue melamine bowl
while I typed on my all too small little laptop,
trying hard not to hit more than one key at a time,
he looks at me coughing just a little bit,
which is why we were both home together today,
he was sick and couldn't go to school,
and he looks me right in the eyes and says,
Mom, cheez noodles made my cough go away.
Did they? How'd they do that, I asked him?
Ya, they made me all better because there is air in them.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Reach for the low hanging fruit
I like to tape notes around me
Little yellow leaves
Reminding me what to do
Think big
Change the world
Confidently follow your dreams
I like things that inspire me to live well
And this week at work
I heard
Don't send us big ideas
We don't understand
Don't expect anyone to answer you
We are all overwhelmed
Why don't you just pick the low hanging fruit
I am underwhelmed and silent
Mother Teresa said you are where you need to be
But I feel that I am needed somewhere else
I don't fit here picking the falls off the ground
When I want the bright, shining apples
Growing at the top of the tree
Little yellow leaves
Reminding me what to do
Think big
Change the world
Confidently follow your dreams
I like things that inspire me to live well
And this week at work
I heard
Don't send us big ideas
We don't understand
Don't expect anyone to answer you
We are all overwhelmed
Why don't you just pick the low hanging fruit
I am underwhelmed and silent
Mother Teresa said you are where you need to be
But I feel that I am needed somewhere else
I don't fit here picking the falls off the ground
When I want the bright, shining apples
Growing at the top of the tree
Saturday, August 18, 2007
the Ocean
i cannot see the end of you
maybe the beginning
but there are so many
i know only this one
here at my fingertips
nails filled with sand
each grain different
than the others
dripping from my grasp
as i carry each back to its start
and run laughing from you
to start again and again
never in vain
never in stress
never getting very far
none the less
yet i would labor all day
just for the joy of being near you
maybe the beginning
but there are so many
i know only this one
here at my fingertips
nails filled with sand
each grain different
than the others
dripping from my grasp
as i carry each back to its start
and run laughing from you
to start again and again
never in vain
never in stress
never getting very far
none the less
yet i would labor all day
just for the joy of being near you
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