Swept clean,
the breakers sighing and three
angry gulls foraging for fish scraps.
Broken shells and washed-up seaweed.
How can it be so heartbreakingly lonely and beautiful all at once?
Nothing like an empty beach
to make you turn over your fears
come back to yourself
and begin again.
Crunching on stones
feet clattering a message
you return to your life
fresher, clearer
and centered once again.
Your worries tossed to the gulls.
Let them fight and scrap over it.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Saturday, May 5, 2007
still there
Smaller,
but still there.
Appointment first thing next week.
And like a whiff of forgotten cologne, she remembers
his sweet baby smell
and how
he
was
the best thing
she ever did.
The stone in her heart is heavy.
but still there.
Appointment first thing next week.
And like a whiff of forgotten cologne, she remembers
his sweet baby smell
and how
he
was
the best thing
she ever did.
The stone in her heart is heavy.
Monday, April 23, 2007
high school sweetheart
The dog pants in the warm night.
The children turn over and kick their covers off,
dreaming
of faster bikes and bigger playgrounds
and longer swimming days.
His wife snores in the bed
while he stares out into the night,
and remembers another face.
She had the prettiest hands.
And suddenly he remembers who he was back then with her,
Ball player, world by the tail
And the weight of his soft belly and his thickening thighs
Holds him fast to the earth
and brings him back to now with a snap.
She had the prettiest hands, he thinks with a smile,
and bends, kissing his wife
wondering how on earth he ended up so lucky.
The children turn over and kick their covers off,
dreaming
of faster bikes and bigger playgrounds
and longer swimming days.
His wife snores in the bed
while he stares out into the night,
and remembers another face.
She had the prettiest hands.
And suddenly he remembers who he was back then with her,
Ball player, world by the tail
And the weight of his soft belly and his thickening thighs
Holds him fast to the earth
and brings him back to now with a snap.
She had the prettiest hands, he thinks with a smile,
and bends, kissing his wife
wondering how on earth he ended up so lucky.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
virginia
How unspeakably awful
to have to hope
your child's last moment
was a 'What was that?'
and not a 'Oh God it hurrrts....'
to have to hope
your child's last moment
was a 'What was that?'
and not a 'Oh God it hurrrts....'
Thursday, April 12, 2007
fear
My God, she's scared.
It wasn't so bad when they found the lump, though her husbands suddenly probing fingers and his shuttered white face will haunt her.
But now this period. That won't stop.
She's always been a four-day girl. And now it's day eleven, with no end in sight.
She's tired of stained panties and putting on a good face and assuring everyone she's fine, damnit,
when all she wants to do is cry.
What if this is it?
What if this is all there is?
What if they don't remember?
It wasn't so bad when they found the lump, though her husbands suddenly probing fingers and his shuttered white face will haunt her.
But now this period. That won't stop.
She's always been a four-day girl. And now it's day eleven, with no end in sight.
She's tired of stained panties and putting on a good face and assuring everyone she's fine, damnit,
when all she wants to do is cry.
What if this is it?
What if this is all there is?
What if they don't remember?
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
condominiums
Packed into scenic shoeboxes by the bay,
the commuters crouch, staring.
Their glass-bound goldfish circle uneasily.
Should they eat the fish-food?
Or each other?
the commuters crouch, staring.
Their glass-bound goldfish circle uneasily.
Should they eat the fish-food?
Or each other?
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