Tag Archives: happiness

From the left seat I can see that you were right

11 Nov

I reside in heavens

when we fly it’s very clear

the bigger organism we

are apart of/from up

here/now vision clouded

with/by ether, our lives below

the bible thumping belt, so rare

did you think I wasn’t looking when you quietly ordered

yourself back into submission from the menu

or was that for those to whom you say life is good like comfort food for breakfast

on saturday just before noon in our pajamas with the radio playing/the smell of grease

and gasoline in your hair, citrus on the wind

real maple syrup and bacon/your favorite

race on television. We did things

on that leather couch that would embarrass the children if they existed

we spooned entire days into a bowling ball bag

you won/lost, as if we had nothing

more important to do than touch each other until we did

or maybe we only manufactured that/you

came down from your mountain-top to pull me up

and I was so grateful I gave you things

to desire instead

of me/but when I called down to you from mine

you couldn’t hear me any more

than when I used to tell you

I had a dream

in the night/you reached

out for me from your

fear of light/sleepers

women pilots

weak people

distrust

and we would fly

blindly, madly

in love with passenger seats, advanced

stall warning recovery

whether predictions

down-shifting, flights planned

restricted/visual ceiling fan rules

taking precedence under the covers

your feet my pedals

clutching, crabbing

our forte

negative g-forced

free fall

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Remember

27 Oct

Remember

Way back then

when I dipped my

big toe in the chocolate

fondue pot and it was all

feng shui in the house we built

around love but I got squirmy ‘cause

it felt too good like that day you tried to

eat it all the way home little piggy style so I got

us a school girl giggle with misspelling who loved cupcakes

even when the jump rope tied to your leg

rendered it inoperable, sooner or now and later

we were tired of wrestling as the floor arched

golden between 67 and 73 was about as high

as we could get before the cavities, after

shots shocked chock-full of cancer

or was it the twins who had

to come to my own conclusions

about whether or not we’d have

room for a view

if we said?

I do.

Tears and Smiles

24 Oct

When life seems to be a lot like the weather in a tropical rainforest – an abundance of sunlight, followed by a torrential rain – we can be grateful that just happens to be the ideal environment for growth.Finca Organica de Carla y Eduardo

How to be Free

2 Oct

Come closer

I want to tell you a story

Shhhh….

Listen….

Can you hear me through the din

Within?

I want to tell you how easy it is

To be free

I want you to know
that loneliness is a myth

That happiness is your birthright

That your destiny

Is death

And that I am just like you

And you are just like me

And it’s just that easy

Close your eyes with me

For just a moment

Can you see clearly now?

I want to show you something

Very important

Look inside.

You already know everything

You need to know.

Just listen.

There is nothing you can say that hasn’t already been said. Nothing to write that isn’t already written.

Truth is only waiting to be proven.

Outside the infinite confines of your mind

A galaxy folds back the sheets

And crawls into a lintless bed

Shhhh… Listen.

A little bit louder and a little bit worse

1 Oct

Well, that was the end of a good three-month run of daily postings from the past. It just didn’t seem right not to address the fact that yesterday was the very last post from the loose pages of manuscript that are now very useful bits of scratch paper with random words on the back. Today was one of those picture perfect days on which no one remembers to bring a camera. It was beyond beautiful – even for Costa Rica. So, here’s a picture I took a few days after I arrived.

Under the rainbow

Somewhere under the rainbow

It’s hard to capture the way the light refracts off the seemingly infinite shades of green backlit by a pure azure blue. When you focus on that as I did in this picture, you lose the vibrant rusty-colored red of the roof tiles and the volcanic soil which is just as dramatic. Maybe even more so when you consider that it is just dirt. There’s something about the color of that soil. Words like rich and fertile come to mind immediately. A friend of mine told me that Costa Rica is “a study in contrasts”. I can’t think of one bigger than that between the heavens and the earth.

Muchos cielos,

Costacalle

Chapter 3 – Yes

26 Sep

We have kissed

Connected, killed

Affectionately

Dowsed and drown

Suspicion

A scorpion underfoot

Chapter 3 – What Have I

14 Sep

What have I lost

I never had

Past the point of consideration

Auna Joy was born today

February 14, 1995

Baby girl

Your mom was swollen with you

Once

And you never even opened up

Your eyes for us – not

Once!

I watched you making faces

With your mother’s mouth

As she slept I watched her

Do the same

Your teenage uncle held you in

His hands afraid to hold you

I was too, but when you rested

In my arms at last I felt

A miracle like you could happen

Only once

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