Swearing up a blue streak The grain of his outer staff Perfectly matching my inner sculpture I weather the frothy current Tinkling down the esophageal path In a flight of carnal – carnival – carnivore joy The apparition of the newly dead bird laid to rest
I went to my office to work. On a much needed break to …
rest my eyes and
absorb some sunshine to replenish my Vitamin D stores
… my work wife and I go to the only place that is open around the immediate office area.
Until this past weekend, we have had back-to-back rainy or at minimum dreary days. This did absolutely nothing to ease to ease the cabin fever that was beginning to sink in. Another reason I was grateful when my work wife offered a ride as she was going in as well.
Let’s see… Be in a car for 40 minutes with a person I know is not sick or spend over an hour on mass transit around who knows how many strangers who either are not able to observe the at least 6ft of social distancing being asked of us while riding the subway or who simply refuse to observe. I think you can guess which path I chose to take to work.
Three weeks ago in the New York City before Covid-19 there were scant signs heralding the early spring season; not so any more.
The very first of the tulips planted annually had begun to bloom! Even better was the sight of these…
The Cherry Blossom trees had blossomed! I had not realized how much I missed seeing these annual harbingers until I saw them. For a moment it felt like a normal spring day. Then a masked person walked into view.
Still, I smiled at the reminder that THIS is what’s normal and we will get back to it soon enough.
My waters flow over her
It cleanses, refreshes
and she rises forth
an African Aphrodite
pristine in my waters.
Life springs from her merest touch
a casual toss of her hair
can coalesce into
a summer's shower
or winter's gale
Yet his still waters roil
in the tempest of his anger
I can not burn
My Adonis Nubian
his waters peak
my mountains white
I can not freeze
Within the deepest flow and ebb
of his love though I am
in the silken currents
I cannot be drowned.
Nor can my thirst
ever be quenched.
And you’d think it was you who called it off At my own damned hubris do I scoff Worse thing I ever did – how could I know Would be to be so stupid in letting you go
Too afraid to tell you what was needed You said I’d be sorry, you succeeded
I expected anger
How you made me strong was a weakness I’d deride Though I knew it for truth, I was too deep in my pride Knowing I lie, when I say I’ll get through this Now trapped in the feeling my own hubris
All that’s left are the memories, Once dear to me, now sear through me
I expected anger I expected I might be sad
The empty bottles aren’t drowning out the din When midnight finds me sobbing once again You were all I had and I threw all For I never learned how to beg, never knew how to crawl And that’s my my downfall