Ideas churning in my head
Trickles and tsunami
Walking amidst the hoodoos in the night
casting a spell for love;
looking for Martian creatures
who will be my best friends forever
Breathtaking surrender to the elements
letting nature take her course
checkerboard faced and gnarly bodies like old women
Those hoodoos are magnificent
There that word again, magnificent.
A child sitting straight in a corner,
unnatural and cruel punishment of love
Midlife morality, is there one? Is it different?
Thinking about mothers and daughters.
The pull and push
The lull and storms of life.
Remembering the old lady and her basket
with a puppy in it.
A man who every man hates
and every woman loves
The man who surprised his love with a night of loving at the hotel
He even thoughtfully packed her clothes and makeup for the morning after.
The city that surprised me with its crossing flags and midnight music
The rage within me I don’t want to own.
Snippets and tsunamis, glimpses and stories
all rushing in my head
desperate to be developed and captured before they disappear
like misty rabbits before the sun.
But a battle is being waged this morning.
Oh, the sweet, warm embrace of my love
making me slow and sticky like molasses
All these thoughts need to wait.
PS: the picture above is by Clare at http://clareelsaesser.com and I was led to it by Victoria Mcginley at http://victoriamcginley.com/2013/01/15/little-spoon/