Peace is a big goal. The
Kind of thing that calls
For all the New Age stuff
I can muster but find it
Wearying. It's a letting be
I look for, have looked for
And sometimes found
Floating in the bubbles
In my glass of soda or
Under the soles of my
Footfalls
Category Archives: Simplicity
Siren call
A siren cries in the night
It coaxed me, but not out
Of my dreams, or perhaps
Into an awakening reverie
In the night, wondering why
Sirens are so much louder
At noon. At noon, they wail
As if having a tantrum as
Traffic blocks their path, or I
Remind myself, it's cars that
Carry the siren so it's cars
Crying in the night then it's
Cars wailing at noon
30, eh?
List 30 things that make you happy.
One is fun, but two is a
Duo. Three is possibly a
Bit kinky. Four can play
At tennis. Or whatever.
Five adds a line to go
From rectangle or a step
Up from square. Six, a
Sextet. Next a heptagon;
Then an octagon, going
Back to the Greek. We
Count nine as a nonagon
And ten as a decagon. It's
Like a decade with sides.
Will we get to 30 just by
Quoting geometry? I think
Not. We've only reached
Ten and I am as exhausted
As if playing doubles in a
Match which in tennis is a
Foursome. Four square or
Four score with lots more
To go. Ten by 3 will get us
To 30 but we move slowly.
Are we at happy yet friend?
To do Ta-done
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
Honestly, does anything ever
Get crossed off? Don't we, one
At a time, shuffle to-dos from
Top to next on our lists? It'll be
Done tomorrow. Or next week.
Like a rotating resolution, to-do
Is an aspiration, one more thing
To do. Keeping up with your list
Of to dos? Great. You're done!
Does not compute
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
Imagine. No Google with which to
Google my symptoms, the hours at
A nearby store. No way to know the
Unknown and unknowable or long
Forgotten facts of it all. Knowledge
Is power. It gives me an edge. Or a
Heads up. What do I need to know?
Illuminating
The light blared overhead
As loud as a fog horn, as
Intrusive as sunshine in the
Clouds. A single bulb but raw
As a wound in the ceiling, its
Intensity sharpening into a
Deep glare of brightness
Just out of reach in that slim
Room of a sensible time to
Enter or dance, it was all at
Once too much and not enough
Simple joy
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
It's easier than I think
Anticipation is harder
Than the simple doing
Not the t-shirt slogan
The doing comes with
Thoughtful provocation
Nothing "just" about this
Accomplishment, but I
Know I can make words
Spill and tumble, whorl
Into a pattern because
Here I am an athlete in
My stride, taking a high
Hurdle, clearing it with
The ease of thoughts in
Motion. I anticipate and
I land. It was a moment
Of tension, everything
Clenched. Then release.
Nostalgia
The past was built to last. I know.
So our history follows us. The used
To be is our now and we are tugged Towards what was. The emotional
Draw is strong, strange, electric as
Immediate as this morning's coffee.
It can cheer or haunt, that past of
Ours. I know. It is best to live with
No judgment, just our memories.
Balance
How do you balance work and home life?
Up in the air, on a trapeze, on
A rope, rappelling a rocky
Mountain slope. It all makes
Me feel like a superstar. I can
Juggle, I can balance. I will
Get dinner on the table, wow
Them with my powerpoint. I
Keep work in the office, home
At home. That's balance. Peace.
Daffodils
The daffodils think highly of
Themselves. They know who
They are. They are the flowers
Of the field and flowers are
To be prized. They are special.
Tamara, really 