Wednesday, August 20, 2014

unpack pack unpack pack


a summer of packing and unpacking,
San Francisco, Crested Butte, San Diego,
and soon, France, vacations and conferences,
business attire and sandals, a French textbook
packed with good intention but left unopened. 
Alas, they speak French in France and much
is to be learned, when to use "de" rather
than "de la", the rules go on and one,
I forget them as soon as I learn them,
taking on line quizzes with confidence only to
miss 7/20, quelle horreur!
I will unpack the book and open it tonight!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

pocket change


they make six figures and count pennies,
he had a beer, she drank water, he ate six
pieces of sushi, she had one, they obsess.
it's pocket change,  a couple lattes here,
a pair of socks, less than the time spent
figuring it all out, it's pocket change,
it doesn't add up, I throw in an extra 20
so a million dollars of salaries can scurry
down the sidewalk in time for the last
hurrah.

Monday, August 18, 2014

those who do

raise a toast to those who do,
the ones who make a plan, send out notices,
risk themselves by being definite,
assign values to previously unknown parameters,
set due dates and assign tasks, they
are the ones who get shot from the
sidelines by snipers hidden behind
dark glasses, the ones who wear black
and clamor in a crowd of complaints.
I'd rather follow a half baked plan
than none when one is desperately
needed, at least it's progress, we'll
figure it out along the way.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

contemplating shadows

 
what lies behind a shadow, between
the grey and the cement floor, a shimmering
of ideas in the unconscious slender
enough to hide between shadow and
concrete, only the third eye can detect
it once circled counter-clockwise, followed
by clockwise, then a moment of silence.
the shadow is not even uniform, bulging
slightly where something slightly larger
is hidden, so large as to cause her to
raise her hand to her face in astonishment,

Saturday, August 16, 2014

walking

walking amongst blackened bushes and trees
tawny hillsides, the crunch of gravel,
we hear silence between each footstep, our 
voices rise and fall like our lives, the triumphs
and the depressions, the rainbows and hailstorms
that we watch pass by from the safety of our front
porches, reminded how quickly such storms pass
and how little faith we have in the midst of it.
patience, as the fire burns down slowly and the 
trunks still stand, yes, blackened, but in time, 
so much green comes forth, standing out from
the tawny hillsides that stretch into the distance.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Noticing

noticing how she needs to spill the words out,
the tension in their words, the air is taut,
the stars are brighter here but the dogs bark
aggressively from behind tall fences.
crickets rub their legs together and the
scent of blooms fills the air in spite of the
arid landscape and dry sidewalks, the haze
of brown hillsides hangs in the air like
unspoken words waiting to be heard.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Poems about Packing

how many poems about packing,
the inefficiencies, the lack of planning,
the list, the looking for, the finding,
the distractions, how long it takes,
the decisions about how to, where to,
when to, which to, did I even book the
right day and date, the time, the broken
suitcase, the lost shoe, the wrong shoes,
the right outfit, a nice necklace, at least
those are true.