Slowly circling,
the pelican
drops like a stone
into water.
Then climbing the
air, he stops, and
with a single
motion of wings,
glides on the wind.
I rubbed my aching, drained eyes
and stared at the paper.
I knew,
that if I stared at it long enough,
nothing would appear.
I moved my eyes to the stick of #2 lead,
covered by a sheet of yellow painted wood.
I hovered it above my paper,
and told it to write.
But it failed.
My page was still blank.
I dropped my hand and let it fall to my lap.
I stared at it for a moment,
then sighed.
Maybe tomorrow,
I told myself.
Haven:
The sky is a grey tufted blanket.
Soft pillows in my view make me breath,
As I put out another fire in my life.
Hanging comfortably
across white wire frame
tapered end kissing my bedspread,
the other waiting for brass clips,
both ends missing patiently
your neck.
Silk-brown accessory
remnant of our guesthood
at the reception, first
formal dinner together, first
time skirting around family,
first time you let stay here
something of yours
after I said I liked it and
why don’t you keep it on.
It waits austerely
in the middle of a room
exploding with hats, scarves,
I got you a beautiful string of pearls for Mother's Day this year.
They are the beauty that I see when I look at your face.
They are the joy I have known for so many years
at having you for a mother.
They are a symbol of how much you mean to me.
You have always been loved;
you'll never realize just how much.
They are everything you have done for me
ever since you have had me.
They are for each and every time you
were on my side in everything I tried to do.
The gold clasp. .represents your heart.
Turning every mistake into a productive experience.
Elevates the level of decisions that are made.
Freedom of choice. A change is necessary to create a new condition!
Whether they be ways of living or thinking,
The process begins within yourself - by yourself.
That's why I chose to transform so I can fly higher.
Than the sky's blue relection.
July 1, 2003
A Rose For Gaza
Gaza is a garden full of roses.
Stone roses.
Sometimes you pray to god things work out. Sometimes you wish upon a star.
Then you realize it wasn't a star. Just an airplane flying high in the sky.
There is a moment
