The less I say, the better.
Voices That Echo
Where is Mother Theresa when you need her? Who is the next Martin Luther King, Jr., and when are they coming? If I set the table, will the next martyr, please show up? I'm afraid we are heading towards World War 3; wars begin at least a generation before a series of catastrophic events occur in succession, only to be viewed as causes, in hindsight. Let's all take a minute to breathe.
My hometown city is in crisis, and I had a dream last night about it. My dream inspired me to track down those I am thankful for and confront those that did me wrong. I found the principal of my high school on Facebook; I sent her a request. I wanted to share with her, how grateful I was, I really hope she accept, but when I checked again this morning, she hadn't yet. I started looking for the others, I found the vice principal's obituary. My experiences with him, and watching his maltreatment of others, one couple in particular, left me feeling sad, for whatever happened to him that caused the death of his humanity long before his life ended.
Pay It Forward
I fell through the cracks. I was neglected by my family, the ones that were nearby, were a state away. They’ve always been better than me, according to them, but I’m okay with that. What I don’t understand is why all I can think of, is appreciation, and if I was born without a negative button? I ask myself; why was I so lucky to have so many memories of random acts of kindness?
Two Eyes with Wings
Fresh snow erases the ugliness of winter, without a collection of flakes and without leaves, something is missing from the cold. The trees resemble roots, as if someone took them and turned each one upside down for the season, except the coniferous ones, those have a point to make. I have a point to get to; we all do.
In My Head
There are so many ways to end relationships. I think everyone hopes to find the least painful way, this time the ending, like credits at the end of a movie. One particle at a time, polarity began to shift, until the placid attraction became volatile rejection. The end began when I became happy. Instead of angrily demanding things, I gave him freedom and relinquished hope, and for a short time I was happy to get whatever I was given. But, the rush of mutual attraction brought so many pleasant possibilities, as if liking someone and being liked back were all that was needed to try on forever, and I do love that idea. In my head, we have already done everything I wanted to, except I did them all alone and imagined you.
The front door is locked, and I fumble to find my key, inserting it properly, turning the lock as my chest falls into the door, the spaghetti strap slipped off my shoulder and the air conditioner greets me, cooling and setting the residue left from dancing my face off. My knee hits the corner of the wall, then my toe because of the whirlwind, I left the state of my house like a tornado’s aftermath.
The wind blowing above the tippy treetop, shaking the leaves, allowing flecks of sun like confetti to move and remain in place. Baby green leaves, sprouts of life and complimentary smells of manure are all sure signs of spring. A sultry 86 degrees makes my blood push hot through my veins into my heart and then the extremities and back to center, always back to center, circumventing all of my internals, signaling perspiration to collect on my forehead, my breast and the back of my neck, and then the wind is caught briefly twirling in another direction over the grass, like seaweed on the floor of the ocean dancing with affectation, giving into the pressure of the water passing over, like a good dance partner. Here, in this field there is no water, only wind and yet I can’t help noticing the effect is precisely similar from a gust on the tall grass, to the edge where the farmers alfalfa meets a lazily manicured lawn. The in-between where the grass has not been cut, and the alfalfa ceases to grow, this small line of land on maps recorded at the country clerk is so clearly marked but realistically, it is a thin strip of unknown; one foot trespasses, the other safely at home. I straddle the unknown, and this is the place that I dig my hole.