Thursday, October 30, 2014

an evening hike

the sun has fallen below the hillsides
as we drive up to the parking lot,
there is a chill in the air and I
pull my sweater around my shoulders,
weaving my arms into the sleeve of the
other arm to get warm as I march 
up the trail, pulling the dog behind me
until suddenly its warm and the sun
is on my face and the rocks are lit up
as if for my own personal lightshow.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Running out of discipline

it's only 8:30.
the French text stares at me
balefully yellow print;
uncashed checks, bills,
responsibilities and habits worth
forming, but nothing gels.
the bed is not too far away and
looks soft and welcoming.
I know my friend is working,
but I don't have his discipline,
I throw the last crumbs to
the dog and go lie down
with my book.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

This is Why (Y)

This is Y, or A or B, but not E.
please, not E, with its shrill sound
that still emanates from my flute, irregardless
of hours of cajoling, bargaining, even begging.
this is why playing the fluteis so challenging,
one note born and raised in hell,
only surfacing to torment the amateur like me.
that's Y I'm still here years later cursing the E
Y every night I go upstairs to practice.
I close the door behind me.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Riding on a beautiful fall day


summer has arrived
it's called fall with red and yellow leaves
crunching under our wheels.
it's so hot we sit outside drinking
mojitos and eating fish tacos;
we know this is precious, this 80
degree day in October.
we did not ride swiftly today
regardless of the markings on
my jersey, we rode as if strolling
on a warm summer day.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Happiness


happiness
is walking down the path of life
with someone you love,
with a beautiful young woman
who used to hang onto the hem
of my skirt and cry to be picked up.
now she lifts me up with her smile,
she does my hair so I, too, can
be beautiful on this special day.

Friday, October 24, 2014

wanting

wanting
maybe not needing
maybe not necessary for happiness
but needling in the back of your mind
this wanting.
wanting to be seen
wanting to be heard
wanting to be included
wanting to be
valued,
not because you are an old boy,
or part of the club, the right gender,
the right height, the right class and race,
but because
you just are.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

reach for the glow

it's dark except for the glow at the horizon
an orangey, reddish, yellowish splotch of color,
we jog along the sidewalk together until I release her
to  bound like a rabbit through the grass, pausing to
pull worms out from their sleepy nests underground.
I hate to get up early, the darkness lingering over us,
pulling a coat over my small shoulders,
until we get out and can cross the road,
normally so busy, now empty and run
towards the grass, then crossing the creek
she disappears to find unmentionables to eat
and I admire the trees and the glow of
the sun high up there, the fallen leaves
that crunch under my feet.