waiting for ms.dick

today i saw the moon
a crescent facing a star
with a rainbow sunset curtain
behind the two

Guest Blogger Alert: pink flowers

My dear friend Ms. Dick has graciously agreed to Guest Blog for me whilst I am off frolicking in California.


Thank you and Hallelujah Pisces!

i am tired
i have a bed
i am lucky

that it is so easy for me
to place my head

Whatif by Shel Silverstein

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

how many times? will we sit out on the pier trying to read a book in the dark wanting alone and those people keep putting their bags onto the bench
and they talk
french
Farsi

beige shoes shawl
underneath this platform is an animal
shaped like a star
long yellow arms
some alone
others huddled
cuddled
in little star groups
on the cold bottom

what i did get to read
said:
you are the unborn the undying i am
and when you forget and see only the back of the animal
pulling the plow across that field
and the grass cutting your feet makes you angry
go back to it

i followed him down the forest path to the place where he sits

salmon, otter, eagle
the seats are round stones with a wood-slice balancing on top

the river is loud from yesterdays rain

he smokes a pipe
and up jumps the Corgi onto my lap
her name is Robin (like a bird)

Bella steals my walking stick and chews it's end

there is a green insect crawling up my leg
pine cone petal body

i started to rebuilt the tee-pee
balancing three branches together first
then adding more to all sides

the wind will get it this time I'm sure

salmon
washing his feet
chomping on red onions



imagine grey lace