Friday, July 31, 2009

on having enough time

"&indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder &create,
&time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you &time for me,
&time yet for a hundred indecisions,
&for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast &tea."

Sunday, July 26, 2009

on softness

it`s not that i hate children. i really don`t.
but i`ve had my fair share of experiences with them. some times i really just get them. other times...well, we could say that i`m in no rush to "own" any, any time soon, at least.
but i will say that there are some mornings when a little boy wearing superman pajamas, pushing a miniature plastic grocery cart down the sidewalk, papa &sis in tow, and some fairy-headed sprite who insisted on wearing a tutu over her church clothes are just enough of a reminder that we are not so different as i some times think.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

on sympathy.

she was still small enough to stand on tip-toes to reach the marbled table top,
to dine on macaroni elbows
to rear end some one at a stop light and
to push carts around at the local Kelley's I.G.A.

to runrunrun,
to buy a gun
&float off on some pistol dreams,
a long time.

forgive them.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


indeed, it is a rare day that i do not thank Jesus for you.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009


droplets form on the freshly sliced cucumber`s edges, &i dip them in ranch because it`s my worldview, even though my sister is allergic to it &gets red rashes around her lips when the chicken nuggets are over-exuberantly dipped.
&i did see you walking on the sidewalk, looking smugly sheepish grasping that pink-striped bag in your left hand, most likely wandering home to its eager recipient, or maybe the gesture is not that sweet, but it is only a wednesday, and i like to think we save most of our sinnings for the week`s end.

Friday, July 3, 2009

but it`s okay.

i am learning that there`s not much more to living than fire works, baseball, soda pop, &conducting the chorus.