A sighting not seen before

We often notice little things but
Only at unexpected moments or
When all the big things no longer
Make all the noise. It's in a quiet
Second that the sky hands me a 
Present and a view that should 
Be familiar pops up before me 
For that very first time, like never 
Before and I think "oh that will 
Vanish when they build on this
Corner." And they will build there!

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?

Tradition

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?

Routines habits and rituals the
Things your family always did
To commemorate, celebrate, or
Honor special times or holidays 
Traditions to mark your events.
Do you keep them and hold them
Sacred and dear year after year
Like the star atop the Christmas 
Tree or the menorah on a mantle?
Or just a pork roast and potatoes
To show gratitude that it's not a
Turkey on your table. Your mom's 
Best recipe or favorite sauce boat.
Things your family always did to
Make an event sparkle in its own 
Unique light. Do you keep them?
Do you hold them dear each year
Pass them on like the light from
The Olympic Torch, in a tradition 
That will define you as a part of.
The routines, habits, rituals that
Celebrate, and commemorate, 
Your traditions and who you are.
I hope they are your centerpiece

Love is

Love is tender as fresh 
Shoots of grass in the
Spring; sweet as new
Milk still warm; soft as
Velvet tight against the
Skin; easy as a breeze
Ruffling your hair on a
Cloudless day. Love is
A reason for being; a 
Cause to be; a force as
Strong as the waves in
A surfer's dreams; calm
As a lake at sunset. It
Moves you. It haunts
You. It holds you. Love
Is as steady as a tailor's
Hand. Warm as an early
Summer's day. Love is
As hot, cold, surprising
As the seasons. Love is.

Seeking joy

I need to find more joy to
Fight sadness, to combat
Sorrow. 
There is joy in caring, and
In loving.
It's there, the love, but it is
Entangled in sadness; I am
Tripped up by sorrow. He,
My love, my dearest, he is
Sweet and funny. It makes
Me sad to see him dismiss
Logic.
To see him lost or confused.
To see him struggle with the
Elementary.
And lose his way, time and 
Time again.
Lose his sense of time. Lose
His sense.
Time and time again. Lose
His sense of life's direction.
I need to find more joy. To
Combat sorrow. To fight the
Sadness.
There's the love. Love is there.
There's always the love. There
Is joy in the love.

Nickname. Knick knack

What’s the story behind your nickname?

In the nick of time; nicked by a
Passing bicycle, my sideview
Mirror sits askew; "nick-nack-
Paddle wack, throw your dog
A bone." In the nick of time, I 
Caught it, but unlike your dog,
I do not fetch. Or sit or stay. I
Am named for a queen of the
Bible. No nickname nor knick
Knacks. Call me by my whole
Name, in all its fullness and its
Many syllables. That's who I am.

Looking over

I look over a field of cranes, all
Sprung up over the rooftops to
The west. How high will they 
Bring the fence encircling my
Views? New Year's in Central
Park or the ceremonies ahead
Of the marathon won't sparkle
In my living room, if sky-risers
Cut me off. Tall this, big that
Will fill my scenic sights. I will
Have the clouds and the moon

It’s called

What feels like the loss of
Feeling or a break from the
Broken-work as my love who
Is so dear and so very brittle
Falls apart at every seam and
Seems, like Humpty Dumpty,
Will never be whole again but
This is not a fairy tale not my
Own nor one we have stitched Together in tandem to keep 
From crying or fight off tears
Of anger and regret. Regret
What? I did nothing wrong and
He did nothing wrong. It is, it
Is what happened and cannot 
Be undone though it's undone
Us and we work broken at the
Heart or the soul and in body
And mind to fight off sorrow.
And to fight off sadness. Loss.