Another Mother's Hoverboard

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

peptalk

the well of compassion is threatened
weathering, stripping, dwindling
reserves
cause panic, stress, anger

she must refocus
or face the loss of
true self

this
is not something
she is willing to give up

not without a fight

the thing is this is a
battle
within

she must accept
reality
breathe
center

move on

challenge is okay
change is good
compassion is urgently

in need

Monday, November 10, 2008

hang tight.

money does not grow on trees
and yet it seems it would have branches
long like fingers
clawing at her chest scratching debt
on her chest
her heart
her breath
she loses
each time she hears the word:
overdrawn

how to scrape oneself onto
level ground
it seems like drowning is
one breath away

and yet she must breathe
deep
into the chasm of what is
real
what matters
withdraw from that core
of love and substance

and know that life will
go on
things will be okay

making peace with
roots of despair
until calm spreads
from her toes
to her hair

her inner quiet
is all she has
she must not let
the wind of change
pull it away from her...

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

times are a changin...

tears spring from tight eyes
that share shock and hope, equally.
we have done this.
and after feeling so deeply SHAMEful of my country
for close to a decade, my heart swells.
pride.

this is the fabric of our people.
our character as a country is stitched with
diversity and therein lies its true strength.
we are remarkable.
suddenly, it seems we believe that.

it is the day after we elected barack obama.
we TRULY elected him.
a full laundry basket stares at me waiting for
me to tend to it. perhaps, another day.

today is HISTORYDAY.

i cannot pull myself away from the videos
the people in roxbury, chicago, wherever.
CRYING.
i CRY with them. here at my laptop.
the invisible thread that joins us all, as americans
is delicate and yet keeps us intwined, united.

i cry for the pain our country has endured
for too long.
for the promise that equality is REAL,
not just an ideal we pretend to applaud.
we did this? yes we did.

i cry for my children,
who can grow up in a country that
no longer makes me nauseous with horror.
i cannot stop crying today. and that is okay,
i think it's grief on a raw level.

i am mourning the loss of illusion.
we have reality now, we have to make it ours.

i will not stop this flow of emotion within myself
i admit it surprises me somewhat,
as i never realized how tightly guarded
i had grown over time. that's okay.


i exhale for the first time in a long while,
realizing only now how fierce
i was holding my breath.
for two long administrations.

change. social change.
is possible.
i do believe that.
it took one strong man, to remind me.

i am very proud.
let's do this.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

bleck

note the color of my words: it's pretty much the vibe 'round here. tony throws up. and poops liquid. repeatedly. i have head cold that renders me unable to put any of this any better than that. gag, sorry. i am simply toast at this point. and with this cold i have shattering anything resembling an immune system, i will probably be eating only toast. very soon. once the husband and i trade tricks. and that bug befalls me. befalls? what? into tissue. picture me tossing said snot rag to the floor. white little pillows of nastiness create an almost SNOW like surface around the bed...ahhhh...i drift off for a second imagining a clean room and a full clear breath. and winter snowball fights. but then i cough, wheeze and honk again and realize, chances are...THIS is more likely how i will be feeling MOST of the next socalled season. winter: the anti-season.