Condenada

Que fácil las palabras de tu tristeza
Nacientes de hormonas de vibras bajas

Tu mirada de piedras
muele mis huesos

Un golpe a mi orgullo
y la paciencia crece,
como verdes vibrantes,
provenientes de las
cenizas de tu
animosidad.



Written Wednesday, December 10, 2014 - 11:30am

If I live long enough...

Just now, while eating my breakfast,
and licking the warm runny egg yolk from my plate,
it occurred to me that
if I live long enough to
end up in a retirement home,
I won't get to enjoy the pleasure
licking runny egg yolks off my plate.

So instead of thinking of the distant future
right now, I will enjoy this moment.




Written Tuesday, December 8, 2015 - 8:05am

Heat

Heat emanating from just under the skin's surface
Blood flow in constant motion, pulsing and coursing
Close your eyes and watch the shadows and shapes
Mingling with the movement in your mind




Written Friday, December 7, 2012 - 4:17pm

One laugh

Smell the flower
Chase the birds
Lift your eyes
Twitch your nose

All it takes
is one laugh
then you're hooked
alive in love




Written Wednesday, December 5, 2012 - 9:21pm

This morning

This morning the power went out
and I sat in the dark at my desk
My steaming cup of tea in hand
on a quiet morning at the office

Suddenly feeling a bit excited
with this change in routine,
Ten minutes later, the lights on
as if nothing had happened

Sitting still in my office chair
typing on my plastic keyboard
feet now warm beside my electric heater
I'm pondering the end of the world

Apparently we have only 17 days left
of existence on this planet
21-12-12

I feel like 12-12-12 would have been
a more significant number
but what is a number
except the significance
that we give to it?

In the hallway I hear laughter
and someone's surprised exclamation
that they have high blood pressure,
and the soft lull of the receptionist's voice
leaving a message on the phone.


Written Tuesday, December 4, 2012 - 2:26pm

Something on my mind

And here I am again
walking down the street
with the sunshine on my head
and a crisp breeze in my hair
just thinking

about the people in my life
and the things on my list
about babies and diapers
and God and the world
about houses and gardens
and canning and knitting
about concerts and keyboards
and recording studios

and each step I take
brings me closer to
the future that seems
so mysterious

for just a moment
it's difficult to breathe
because my chest feels so heavy

and I'd like to stope
thinking for a while




Written Monday, December 3, 2012 - 1:57pm

Things I know...

It feels good to move my body.
It feels bad to sit still for a long time.
When I move my feet, I move my location on the earth.
I can also travel in my mind simply by imagining my movement.

I take in something with my nose or mouth,
I breathe out something my nose or mouth.
I'm not too sure of all the chemical components in every breath
but it sustains my life. If I try to stop, I get uncomfortable.

When I open my eyes, I see colors, shapes, movement - with definition.
When I close my eyes, I see colors, shapes, movement - without definition.

Every day I put things in my mouth.
Sweet, salty, sour, bitter, crunchy, hard, smooth,
a variety of textures, temperatures, smells, colors.

Things also exit my body,
in a variety of textures, shapes and colors.
Generally I feel better when they're gone.
My favourite is a sneeze.

I enjoy touching things with my hands,
feeling the variety of textures,
stone walls, large bins of grain, wool sweaters.
I enjoy wrapping my armes around other people
or when other people wrap their arms around me.

These are the things I know...

Life is movement.
I am a consumer.




Written Sunday, December 2, 2012