Monday, November 18, 2024

Bird by Bird

bird by bird
word by word, first draft
worse by worser, confidence flies away.
bird by bird,
seed by seed, 
watching them drop to a squirrel
who will catch these words, 
bird by bird, who will gather them and reform them
word by word
into second draft, and third, line by line.
she said it's torture, but made it funny,
how many words by words, 
birds by birds did she shoot down with
the gun at her side, in that quiet countryside
before she said these words
bird by bird
word by word.

 

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

vertigo

 we are not meant to be in a spinning world,
having never noticed the fine structure of the gym floor,
i now notice that the speckles are circles of color.
and the ceiling lights, suspended above me are spinning
at an alarming rate, but the struts hold.
My stomach protests and I call out weakly,
without wanting to make a fuss and try to turn
towards the floor, to force it to stop spinning
My face is burning, my stomach wanting to retch
this is vertigo. 
one moment, thinking about how hard my workout will be, 
the next, knowing that there will be none.
the one moment, thinking about how to always stay busy in the beloved flow zone,
the next, knowing that it's not possible and that when the world
stops spinning, I will have to stop, too, 
and tolerate that state of "not doing"
There is no choice.

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

looking old age in the eye after a new haircut

we decided that it's a malaiase, that beautiful word that sounds like it 
means.
my brother and me, at 70, he looks it, and I try to hide my own age so I don't have to 
directly face the mirror which asks me what I want to do with my life
now
that I'm no longer leading the team, my mind doesn't solve deep problems
in space the way that it used to, I'm feeling old, my bones creak and my
knees buckle.
Malaise, the sense that the day does not hold so many exciting new things that 
I can't WAIT to open my eyes and start the day! 
I was never built this way, 
childhood photos show a face full of serious worry, there was no joy there
and yet
everyone says that I will LOVE retirement and congratulations, but 
why, when I loved doing what I did so well.
Retirement means that it's time to step aside and do something new, but I'm 
not sure what new will match that sense of focus and excitement at learning
that particular new thing.
What particular new thing will wake me up in the morning, all eager to 
start a new day?
 

Thursday, November 7, 2024

It's time to rest

after billions of dollars, hoarse from shouting, after 
the sheer will power to move the "people" did not even nudge them,
no, not even decades of misogyny, or threats of mass deportations, no, 
not even our gaze into the hellish summer heats or swirling debris of
yet more powerful hurricanes, no, there is nothing to be done.
Let's rest then, next to a fuzzy friend, an innocent youngster, 
no more postcard parties, or fantasies that the message we believed in
meant ....anything.  It did not.
In any case,
the wealthy will do fine in an autocracy as long as the house is still standing.
I thought we were fighting for all of us, in fact, but no,
they will fight for themselves, I imagine, or maybe, no
maybe not, they will maybe fight each other?  In the darkness
when their neighbor is pulled from her bed, or will they celebrate
as she was not meant to be the "other", aren't there other "others".  
For now, I will rest, watch the snow fall outside the window,
only momentarily disturbed by the man pushing his cart 
overflowing with blankets, hoping for a better day
tomorrow.

 

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?