Friday, 29 June 2012

It takes me off guard everytime
As much as I see the necessity
appriciate it actually
the willing and efficient slicing
as she talks
about retirement and the weather
Tucking one more piece of my flesh into a neat plastic cup
labeled with all that is needed to connect me to the diagnosis,
but nothing that connects me to you
Forever lost into the unknown world
of labritories filled with bits and pieces of other souls.
No more flesh lost today than what has been left in the gravel of my childhood driveway
or the slight scrapes under lovers fingernails
And yet it leaves me wheepy
and lonely
Missing all those little pieces of me

Thursday, 28 June 2012

“So every day
So every day
I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth
of the ideas of God,
one of which was you.”
Mary Oliver

Friday, 22 June 2012

This day

You just want to spew forth
the oddities of life.

Missing light fixtures
and coffee pots
Pretty red beetles munching lilies named after your child
 into tattered remnants of leaves
How angry that makes you


The smell of campfire in your son's hair
Overflowing and rowdy flowers in your garden
catching visitors legs and sticking secret petals in their hair
How delighted that makes you


You shake those words off
 in messy, rambling patterns
that no one hears save you
Send them flying and bouncing and free
No longer tangling your thoughts
placing blinders on your eyes

And eventually you can see
that you never liked that light anyway, or the coffee pot for that matter
And those beetles are just little mama's busy feeding their babies
(but you feed your baby knowledge and save them for scientific research)

You can cartwheel till your dizzy
and leave your garden as rowdy as you please

You never did want to be the same

Sunday, 17 June 2012

I would not have thought it possible,
to fill the air with so much goodness.

Fresh rain
wild roses
wood violets
and the unbelievably provocative scent of willow.
Why I did not lie down and breath my lungs to bursting, I do not know

Instead I walked.
Let raspberry canes and rose thorns scratch love notes on my skin.
Washed my legs in rain soaked grass and filled my shoes with puddles
Stopped often to feel this world kiss my soul
Emerged dripping from this secluded treasure onto the public walking path
Smiling ridiculously, I am sure
An older lady strolling with her dog, curiously smiled back

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed
-Mary Oliver-