Monday, February 3, 2025

Cooking in Dakar

He said that we should cook together
So could I bring the required utensils, pots, pans
And spatulas, mixing spoons and a sharp knife.
I mingled with those who shop discount at GoodWill
Awed by the goods and their prices, at what the more moneyed
Can throw into a box for the less moneyed.
Those spatulas that need to be replaced with a new color,
Or a saute pan, seemingly never used, that seeks a new home.
Why not Dakar,
Where the flame of a propane tank will sear a locally caught fish,
I can't wait to smell the delicious odor of fried fish
Mingling with the fresh breeze off the ocean. 

 

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

The Importance of Darkness

The stars can't reach me 
I curse the streetlights that flood the bedroom
My eyes never sleep
The agitation makes me hot, my feet reach
Towards the cold darkness
On the other side of the bed
I know the stars are shining there
My eyes sleep.

 

Friday, January 24, 2025

Love letters

I do love her
And
She loves unicorns.
They are everywhere in her life, temporary tattoos,
A tall stuffed unicorn at Nana's
She straddles it just barely this year.
Next year, she'll stand tall over her and will carry her around
As if a small suitcase, a support object for 
Challenges in life.
We all have them, these challenges, but when a letter arrives
In our mailbox,
They all temporarily fall away as LOVE
Tumbles out of the envelope as soon
As the beloved opens it. 

 

Saturday, January 18, 2025

Happy birthday to me



 Happy birthday to me, a gift to remember him by, 
The man with the broad smile, the one with not too 
Long to live, that one, handsome at age 47, 
Yes, the one whose fingers weave thin strips of palm into 
Hearts, propelling me into his world of beaches in Nicaragua,  where an old man taught him this magic.
There is magic in his eyes that will soon cloud over as they look heavenward to his God.  


Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Breakfast bar in La Fortuna

Pico gallo and eggs for us,
Banana, oranges and seeds for them 
I'm wondering if I can look them up and add them to
My non-existent bird list, the one that exists only in my mind,
The one that will start when I retire, when I have time
And motivation to go out with Jeff, and learn about 
Birds.
Yes, the birds at the breakfast bar will seed my bird list,
The one that I will start as soon as I get home. 
I'll tell Jeff all about it and he will show me the way,
Will motivate me to get up early, to open my ears and bring the 
Binoculars to my eyes.  
He will teach me all about birds.  
Thank you in advance, Jeff.

 

Monday, January 13, 2025

The surprise on the other side

I was surprised by the blue flash, its iridescence on the other
Side of what was already beautiful
Why add more beauty, a different beauty when there was
Already enough of it, with its pattern of brown,
Yellow and grey whirls and swirls, why add an 
Iridescent blue that flashes like an intermittent
Lantern, leading me towards the woods, into an 
Unknown world, one where there may be dangers, 
But also joy, surely surprises, like blue on the 
Other side of what was already beautiful,
Finding time to be astonished. 

 

Sunday, January 12, 2025

Feeling small

Next to this towering tree, I am so small,
My husband, taller than me, is so small, 
We are so small, the fires in Los Angeles rage over our heads 
We are all so powerless and yet we point our fingers at the other
The other small beings who too often choose small ideas and hurl
Them with their small angry hand, the one not clutching their billions
I reach down and stroke the smooth bark that stretches
Impossibly high into the canopy
The leaves up top are so high, they look down on me
And see how small I am, so distant. 
shimmering endlessly in the sky
Smiling upwards. 



Saturday, January 11, 2025

What she left behind

She said, in her own, little sweet way
"I'll be back", to get my toothbrush.  
When she left, she swung her long hair over her shoulder,
But when she comes back her bangs will be short and she will look so much older
I saw that in her face, with the fires blazing behind her in the LA hills,
She had to grow up, leave her cozy little canopy bed and head
To a strange house an hour away.
She no doubt wondered where her pink tooth brush was
The one with the polka dots, the one she left at Mimi and Opa's house
The place she feels loved and safe, and 100%
Spoiled. 

 

Thursday, January 9, 2025

Figuring out retirement

I'm wondering how to fill the days that stretch in front of me,
No longer calling for sophisticated analyses, or providing guidance for the young,
The page of life looks empty and unstructured, scary, white, ghostly
So I write
I plot, I ask ChatGPT to make me a life, of things I think I want to do, 
And then, I step aside, and I do my life and fill in the blanks of what I did
There is no correspondence, in fact, no foundational eureka moment of where I 
Will go in this life, only a page of "I thought" next to "I did", but this must
Tell me me something of what I want to do because,
 I did.