i want to write about everything

i want you to take me canoeing
pack a picnic
gather the Hippies
head to Myakka

i want to drift past Alligators
discern an Egret from a Herron
an Ibis from a Spoonbill

i want to sit on a sandy bank
so still
so quiet
as to trick the hermit crabs out of their homes

i want to kiss

i want to wade in cool amber water
watch minnows chase breadcrumbs

i want to gather shells
for safe keeping

i want to bathe in sun
like lazy Snapping Turtles

i want to smell Spanish Moss
watch it swing from Cypress

i want to be inspired
by it
by us
by them

Peace

wake up with the sun
eyes wrinkle with smiles
the baby lays sleeping
dreaming of puppies and drums

she stirs
awaking happy
the three of us sneak off
a Sunday morning adventure
into your quiet town
to gather treats for our lovers and loved

as they lie sleeping
we cook
we teach
we learn
breakfast pulls their faces into view

this is it
the way life should be
surrounded by our loved and lovers

a full house of joy
a house made into a home
crafted by loving
crafted by the joining of souls

ironic how the day found us:
the men out in the yard changing a tire
the women huddled around the baby
bathing
swaddling
laying to nap

there is a peace in that home
and we are a piece of it

gladly so.

Friday nights often lead to Saturday mornings

blue sheets and red hair

yawn and stretch
dress for the day

to shower or not
not

wear it all day
gladly infuse

my late arrival
couldn't have been more perfect

fast-forward:
java-goodwill-grocer
dressing-drinking-dining
laughing-smoking-freezing
sharing-learning-longing
texting and un-texting
sangria and cheesecake


Sunday
by 4:11
my breath slows
and I slip under bleached stars

the universe is a heavy thing
to carry on your back

tonight, it's on mine as well


we are beautiful

Lost Day

Sunday is a lost day (fantastically so)

Too busy living for blogging
Too busy laughing and laying around

Too busy taking care

Great care

he is a thick, sweet salve








(Painting by M.DiDomenico)

Saturdays

Saturdays are for:

happy babies

laughing until your sides hurt

exploring Antarctica

remembering Red cabbage

tangled freckles

home cooked meals

empty wine bottles

sideways smiles

deep looks



Saturdays are for us
whatever we are