Sunday, December 21, 2014

Cooking dinner

so many choices, the recipe books
overflow with ingredients, flavors, nations.
pots, pans, oil, time.
time.
time spent otherwise
making music, writing poems, 
penning a few phrases in French,
cooking and shopping pale in importance.
and so, and so, deciding on no.
No, to ingredients, countries, oil,
pots, pans, mess and frustration.
yes, to rotisserie chicken, quinoa,
Greek salad and roasted vegetables
perfectly packaged for my basket,
home to music, poetry and 
relaxation.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

bang cut disaster

It looks easy when she does it,
wielding her scissors in such a carefree manner,
talking about travels, boyfriends, family,
snip, snip, snip
not too much on the sides,
too little, easy to fix, I can find
some small, once sharp scissors,
and snip, snip, snip
not quite right, let's correct,
snip, snip, snip
until the bangs went up and up
and up and still not quite right,
and up and up..
easy when she does it,
a disaster when I do it.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

I will not be sad in this world

no matter the news,
the beheadings, the children taken from their homes,
I will not be sad in this world.
I will not add to the sorrow.
By lifting my flute to my lips, I will sing happiness
to the world, and the world will sing back
in so many tones, so many colors from
lands I have never heard of.
They will sing and we will not
be sad in this world.
We will gaze in wonder at the child
learning to speak, the gazelle prancing
across the svelte, dancers swirling to an
African drumbeat,  the small kindnesses
extended to each other, the large
beauty of our Earth,
No, I will not be sad in this world,
I will raise my flute and play.

thanks to Cobus for this prompt.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

I followed it

I followed it to Chicago,
New York, Dubai and Paris
climbing the stairs of the Eiffel Tower in the rain.
she was behind me, panting but keeping my pace.
We looked towards le Jardin de Luxembourg,
the Champs Elysee, and finally towards the bridge
where lovers make promises
so often broken,
we went there and found the red lock,
now spray painted in yellow optimism
that no longer existed.
it was no longer here, nor was he,
at least I know, and she took my hand.
it's time to go home to look for it in an
early sunrise, a hot cup of mint tea or
the smile I see in your eyes.

Monday, December 15, 2014

The Little Decisions

the only ones we can make alone
shall I wear matching socks today,
chopped almonds or granola on my yogurt,
whether to ride my bike to work
or walk the dog.
shall I smile at you, expecting nothing in return
it depends on you.
no longer a small decision, the connected smiles
reverberate, amplify like a laser in a box
of humanity, is it safe.
it depends on you whether I'll order tea
or we'll write, the little decision of
when we will put down our pens and
you will walk away
that is not my decision
nor whether to walk the dog,
you are leaving in the dark,
nor whether I will eat granola,
you have eaten it all.
my small box of little decisions is so tiny
it would perch on the head of a pin.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Speaking Wine in French

after the champagne, the rose, the cabernet
French comes easier, the Gruyere, the
camembert de chevre, le saucisson, the words
flow easier, the grammar left far behind but
we understand each other through the haze.
Max, Lisa, Michele and me, Stephen
reaching for his share before retreating upstairs
to English, Michele corrects us the 17th
time and we nod agreeably, the Christmas lights
illuminate our happy faces, French is so much
easier in Wine.

Friday, December 12, 2014

No one wants to read about my pet


I avoid reading the posts about their pets,
even more, posts about the grandchildren.
no one wants to read about my pet
the one who comes when called except
when snatching mice from a hawks' claws,
yes, that one who chases tennis balls and
then drops them......
that black dog with the perfect glossy fur,
she chases after small children and barks
at hikers with poles and men with backpacks.
she is the perfect dog in spite of all that,
but you already knew all that.