Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Beautiful women making baguettes

thank goodness for big kitchens and multiple
baguette forms, the French one in firehouse red...
with a lid!
thank goodness for beautiful women with brains who love to 
bake, for the husband who helps the Tibetans
navigate revolving doors, for this
beautiful fall day.
Thank goodness for their friendship.
Thank goodness for the art work on the wall that celebrates nature
and ALL people, for the elderly Swiss woman who laughs about all the 
French speakers who don't learn English.
Laughter is good.
thank goodness for laughter, and for the 
crunch of fall leaves under my bicycle tires,
thank goodness for my bike which was waiting for me at home, 
 to ride briskly in the fall afternoon, me fueled by baguette and jam,
bread and cheese calories.
thanks goodness. 

 

Wednesday, October 23, 2024

The beauty in a braid....and the yummy in an ice cream cone!

How many shades of blonde are twisted and tucked and 
finally coaxed into this braid, 
how lovely, how simple, how long can I gaze, studying how the hair,
so many strands so unruly at first, then carefully gathered by a mother's hand
into a darker collection at the nape of her neck, where brown hair hides
amongst the blonde.  
Somehow
the braid emerges from there, now straight and well mannered, dropping 
down onto her small back, secured with a yellow band
(that I may have even held in my hand when I was there),
a spray of gold emerging into the light.  
...............

And then...ice cream, the just reward for enduring such fussiness!



 

Sunday, October 13, 2024

What stories can she can tell

I only remember her later years, of spreading shade over a grassy lawn,
her lower trunk still wet in the morning from the sprinklers. 
Day by day, I never noticed her change, over the years that I walked
by with the dogs, first Buddy and Portia,  then Bella, frolicking, her fur
jet black, now white around the snout.
She was a presence, a giver, this tree, that was one of several who were just
there.
Until she was not, the victim of roaring chainsaws, she came down in large 
pieces, death on the ground, and no sign of illness, the fallen victim of 
a distant bureaucrat who decided that she might fall one day, given her 
advanced age.
now, in her shrunken state, she can still offer of herself, a seat for a 
visitor from Texas, on a sunny day.
what stories can he tell?

 

Saturday, October 5, 2024

Chapter Books - oh my!

we kept revisiting the page with the tiger, his paw caught in a wicked trap,
the children releasing him back to the wild, but why, she asks.
The Emperor, Haille Silassie, threw pennies to the peasants, while the Rastas
worshiped him as their Messiah, a man who lived thousands of miles away,
I asked, why, we both asked why as we turned the pages of our respective books.
These days, we ask why, when our eyes are wide open, and our ears can hear
she is wrapped up warm in her handmade nightgown, of the fuzzy rainbow fabric
I unwound from a cardboard bolt in the fabric store by my house.
I was surprised to learn that her father had handsewn her nightgown, and I admired
the uniform stitches, the precisely cut arm holes, and I wondered what had inspired
him to do this loving task, one so often done by a woman.
we shall always be asking why.  

 

Saturday, September 28, 2024

A fall day with a dog

The dog wasn't ours.
She belonged to another couple that lived in the area, the man
happening to be my son, the woman, his wife, the ones who lost their son three years ago.
so they ran away from that place where their baby never went home to, where the crib
stood empty, the room deadly silent, where there was too much grief to hold.
So, we are here, in this brilliant autumn sunshine, where they are, with their dog,
who is the surrogate for the moment, until a baby arrives, hopefully this year.
It's truly spectacular, and so far away, and I miss this man and this woman.
The yellow leaves of the aspen trees litter the trail, the sky is brilliant blue 
we are missing a small baby boy.  
He lingers in the air. 


 

Thursday, September 19, 2024

The Closing of his eyes

His eyes are closed now, the dappled sun no longer fills our eyes
like it did that October 18 when his son and I joined hands in front of 
friends and family.
It was Fall Equinox where the day and night approach each other, where
nighttime comes sooner every evening, and, in that moment, I should have known that 
night would eventually fall, and day would no longer arrive.
his days have ended, even as ours will continue through this Fall Equinox
and back towards Spring, where the sun will arrive a little earlier and 
leave a little later.
perhaps this is what we should remember in this current moment of darkness and loss.
but, wait for that moment to arrive naturally, as the weeks pass by and we
spend weeks of winter and cold, long nights as there
is no way to rush into Spring, the shallow joy of forever Spring
does not appeal as one would miss the gradual swelling of brown buds
into the pale green that promises Spring.  
Let his eyes rest in darkness, as ours swell with occasional tears.
Do not rush towards happiness, but rest quietly in appreciation of
what was, and what was lost.  
RIP, Big Papa.  


 

Friday, September 13, 2024

Bella World

all she has to do is look pretty, cock her ears a bit
and little girls will come, even tall blonde women, 
they know that Bella loves them.
In living rooms, on the street, she walks boldly towards
them, tail high and wagging, eager and they stop,
smile, and ask
"Can I pet her?"
This is Bella World, where oxytocin flows in dog
and human alike, where homework is put aside,
dishes are left undone and dog hair abides 
on kitchen floors and couches, alike.  
When will Bella be invited again to your house?