Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Looking at spots

she leaned in close with her microscope,
peering intently at the geography of my arm,
its hills and valleys, the colors ranging
from white to deep brown, the furrows
and follicles, her brow knitted in
concentration gathering up her
observations into a pronouncement.
her eyes are the watery blue of old age,
her back slightly stooped from so many
years of leaning over arms and legs,
torsos and breasts, feet and fingers.
you need to see a specialist, she said,
handing me a bright blue referral sheet.
As I dressed, I creased it as many times
as to resemble the hills and valleys of my
forearm, it will unfold when the
sun is rising, bathing the mountains
in pink and orange.

Monday, January 26, 2015

As a kid

As a kid
I rode my bike with
my guinea pig, Sugar, in the front basket.
I sat at my grandmother's feet while she knitted.
I felt more loved gathering dust bunnies
for the birds' nest in the back yard
under the apple tree
whose branches brushed against
the rotted roof of the decrepit play house.
Sugar and I played in the grass
where no one could see us.
I'd collect tadpoles in the nearby swamp
to watch grow into frogs, their small
bodies eventually dessicated, sticking
to the bottom of the Pyrex baking dish I
had hidden on the top shelf, forgotten.
Their untimely deaths made me sad.
As a kid, I didn't realize that which
I know as an adult,
It would have been too heartbreaking.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Sibs


we are five.
all popped into the world
in under five
years, a couple sets of twins
may or may not have helped our long suffering mother.
she paid me back.
I'm in pink with a flower on my chest
we recover from such things with
a laugh and a smile,
now, we stand together as
one family
having celebrated 60 years for two
57 for two and more
for the lone one on the end.
sometimes a family takes decades
to come together,
it was our time.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Flute Quartet

a drunken flight of bumblebees
weaving in and out, crescendo and decrescendo
a few missed notes.
two drop out for a bit
then fly back in with a vengeance
as if to strike all the others to the ground.
we're crawling along the stems, our
wings drowsy in the sun, knowing
that in a week or two or three,
the pace will pick up and we'll have
to buzz like real bumblebees.
to get there, we better practice
in the darkness of night, in our
minds, no glass of wine
in sight.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Family bonding over a TV series


you'd never believe how this family bonds
from so many miles away, not with handwritten
letters or boxes of chocolates, nor with handknit
mittens or Valentine's Day cards.
we share a Netflix account, Karen, Daniel,
Stephen and me, and we bond over what we're
watching.
She just finished episode 1 of House of Cards,
he inhaled the whole series in 2 days,
we sipped a couple times a week.
I never thought she'd watch, the most
elite of literary snobs, I tremble before
sharing with her the most recent book
I've read, unless it is her personal
recommendation.
So, we'll bond over House of Cards,
Game of Thrones, Hit or Miss,
Vikings, 24, Downton Abbey,
Homeland, as well as our
shared musings over the
perfect pie crust recipe,
the advantages of wide fatty
hips in growing intelligent babies*,
and the affection that knows no time
or distance.

(*that one's for you, Karen)

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Riding home in the snow

its quiet
only the soft settling of snowflakes
on my jacket, pants, boots, eyelashes.
the chill of melting snow on my 
jeans.
the sting of snowflakes on my face,
soon chilled to numbness,
my scarf sits on my office shelves,
my glasses home on a warm table.
experience nature fully,
its quiet beauty, its purity,
pristine snow white.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

What work looks like to a dog

chasing sticks
and chewing them
they reluctantly yield 
to the pull of sharp teeth
and powerful jaws.
the grass is soft and the
closest person is far away
doing her morning exercises.
we stay far away as she is 
likely afraid of dogs.
there are not so many sticks
out here and this one was
used in a tug of war yesterday
with Harley, a new friend.
after a significant effort
it's time to go home for breakfast
and settle in for a long nap.