Feeling the heat hang in the air
I can feel the thickness of it
in my lungs, and my whole body
It has me retreating inside
where the air is cooler and it
is easier to breathe
I wish that I could escape
the stress of my circumstances
as easily as I can escape the heat
but that’s ok, because
I have discovered that I am stronger
than my circumstances and despite
the fact that they are stifling,
I can learn to acclimate myself
and educate myself,
which makes me even stronger
Its the first day of summer and if feels like it too.
I know we get tired of those very hot summer days but they really are beneficial for so many reasons.
All those fruits and vegetables arent going to grow themselves.
Biting into a tomato warm from the sun and right off the vine is an experience everyone should experience at least once.
The extra sunlight time is pretty nice too.
Drive in movies, outdoor concerts, picnics and cookouts are things I look forward to.
Fireflies, butterflies, ladybugs are all welcomed in my garden.
Stomping around in creekbeds looking for interesting rocks.
Splashing in a pool or lying on a float listening to music or a book.
Farmers markets, festivals, summer dresses and sandals.
Always welcome a new season and appreciate all it has to offer as you get older you realize they dont last as long as you think.
Shipped out from home
As if she were a draftee
Headed not for war,
But, the nursing home–
Sudden and upexpected
Off to the unknown
Dumped her household stuff
As if it were a stranger’s
No pilfering through it
From mementoes to hold on to
Savor…remember–
Home.
They say the way back to Narnia is never the same
As the road that brought you last time
The magic’s always shifting around to new places
I can never guess where
Maybe it’s in the old black & white photograph of a family I love from afar
Maybe hanging on a thrift store clearance rack
Maybe a tray of muffins sliding hot out of the oven even though it’s 90 degrees outside
I’ve found it in kitten claws
First snowflakes
That time we laughed so hard we peed a little
And the nights I finally let grief break out in great wracking waves
I’ve seen it in a sunset glinting off of perfect brown hair
In the broken branches left after the thunderstorm
In morning fog and flat grey skies
Once in a while I see it in my own hands, worn and worked
Polished
Prone
I was looking for it this morning, and that’s never the best way.
You must let it find you.
It might be in a poem.
hello bumblebee!
please don’t bumble quite so close
to this here picnic
cute as you are, my
sandwiches are not the most
nutritional choice
Her magnificent
magenta blooms waved by the
wide sun filled window
she craved to flaunt her ample
blooms tended by melting ice.
Words are powerful
yet not satisfying enough
Precious isn’t big enough
when looking at my newborn grandson
Love isn’t deep enough
when thinking about him
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious isn’t wide enough
when feeling indulgent and full of zest
Grandmas are amazing
My own were akin to words
precious
lovely
indulgent
full of zest
powerful
inexplicable
More than enough for me
with the monarch butterflies rising like smoke and the young robins with their spotted chests still chirping for breakfast from mom and dad, the chipmunk flitting around the corner of the shed and the magnolia blooms preparing for launch, poison ivy snaking around the locust tree in broad daylight, snakes parting the tall grass in serpentine waves, everything out in the open, everything cooking under the morning sun, no hidden ingredients or preservatives, only now, here it is, take it or leave it, the breeze like honeysuckle, the shadows across the yard like well-oiled gears, ulterior a bullshit word, nothing and nowhere to hide, no chance for cosmic secrets, only iris blossoms on the fence line.
This is the same body you touched
Not the same person
But the same nerves
The same veins
The same soul
And yet everything has changed
Seasons gone by
Weight gained and lost
Skin shed into dust
Hair grown, let go, then regrown
And yet, nothing has changed
Inside of me still lives the part of me you crushed
Still holds the part of me you left
Stays the part of me that died
My feet are the same feet that carried me to you
My hands are the same hands that held yours
My heart, the same heart that longed for you
I can no longer trust it when it comes to you
For it is what led me to you, my demise
It stayed yours for years after you broke it
Shards of glass forgotten in the pocket of your black winter coat
My heart, abandoned
My body holds onto what you did to me
That girl you left stays here
Waiting
Almost like she’s waiting
For you to come back
