Ritual

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It was a week ago…
I was weak ago?
Converging together
Cars, trains, planes
Highways, railways, sky ways
irrigated with the tears of a clan
Kin
My clan, my kin
Smiles gave way to hugs gave way to “How ya been’s?”
Heightened attention was focused towards the table
That corner
That seat
At each phone ring
door opening,
plate of food delivered
memory spoken
The ritual
The exchanges
The reminders
A breath
Transition
Back to catch up:
“How ya been?”,
“How was the trip?”
“How’s the weather?”
“Thanksgiving wasn’t that long ago…”
Laughter, cards, beer and Jack
we find our center once again
The fog not lifted but easier to navigate with the headlamps called “family”
The ritual
The exchanges
The reminders
A breath
Transition
Clothes of black
Veils of protection
Cloth to soothe tired faucets
as they run free and clear without ceasing
The pats
The hands
The feeling of warmth radiated from outside constellations to yours
Laughter, cards, tea, and cake
We say our goodbyes
Reflect in our goodbyes
Knowing “good” and “bye” will never be said to you again
The ritual
The exchanges
The reminders
A breath
Transition
Peeling off the clothes
the foil
Saran Wrap
bottle caps
Holding one another with tall tales, peace and quiet, drinking of wine,
Liquor, both dark and clear
Burning out the fog to cling to one another and bathe in the faith,
Strength and love that sustains us.
Sustained you
Goodbye…
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Friday Thoughts

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Kisses on noses

The spark that awakens hope

A quick glimmer of what was and what still could be

It happens in an instant

But the ripples in the pools of my mind continue to expand

Searching for the concrete resolution

That never did and never may exist

Vacancy

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I live here...

there is a place for you here

inside, you’ll find a hook for your coat

a spot for your shoes

and a chair to ease your weary feet.


there is a space for you here

inside of my heart

where the caverns and vessels have been cleared for your presence

to pump in and out of me

becoming a part of me


you are welcome here

you are wanted here

you are already here


will you find your place, your space, your nook in the crannies left waiting for you?

better yet, is there a space inside of you as cozy, as warm, as welcoming for me?

or is your door rusted shut, with the curtains drawn and the lights sitting dormant waiting for the true resident to fill this vacancy of yours?

Tuesday Thoughts

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it comes and goes

in and out

the loud thunder, the sweet thrill of the waves

bashing the shore with its cold and gritty hands

it knows not what it does

but instead keeps to its steady rhythm,

the dance it has done for thousands of years.

leaving and returning

churning the granules of sand, shells, and rock to our feet.

the gifts from a world completely separate from our own

a dark, cold place populated with its own citizens

conversing in the languages originated from the pulls of the moon

a third world

so distant, yet so overreaching

if the waves were able to reach to the sky what new and different things would it say?

would it be easier to understand

or would even more questions flutter to the surface, revealing new mysteries for us to solve?

on and on and on

attacking and retreating

the sands of the world.

Tuesday Thoughts

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IMG_7804miss: transitive verb, to discover or feel the absence of


i miss you.

it isn’t the physical missing that i feel, but its the constant presence of you.

sure, you’re in my thoughts, my days,

and i hate to admit aloud,

my dreams

but the nearness of you is what i miss

the way the air changes when you’re in it

how the electric spark is not as strong when you go missing

gone

not for long

only for a day, an hour, a moment

but the longing i feel compounds on top of itself and i wonder

is this what happens when you’re miles below the earth

or in deep, dark, unchartered waters

with no flicker of sunlight or starlight remind you of the sky

to discover or feel the absence of you is unfair

because none of these feelings would exist

if you hadn’t discovered

me

Tuesday Thoughts

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Pop!

there it is again

that feeling that has long been dormant

filling me up again, from the inside out

there’s nothing i can do to stop it now that it has fled its cage.

Like a moth mesmerized by the light

flapping its wings fervently expecting to be warmed by the glowing orb in front of it

To be overcome with the weightlessness of contentment

ecstatic to come face-to-face with the object that will be able to take it higher

soaring into the air

like a bright red balloon released into the heavens

To ride the unpredictable gales and tempests of the sky

Soaring up, up, up

expanding in the marvelous heat

until there is a POP!

That feeling is back again, that wonder is back again

The glow of endless possibilities as encompassing as the ocean is vast

now lives within me again.

Spurring me forward, heating my bosom,

firing my imagination, cooling my self doubts

spiriting my creativity…

The smile you see

that is the physical embodiment of that feeling,

that orb,

that balloon,

and that self-satisfying POP!

The rush is unimaginable

the heart-pumping giddiness is catching

Don’t stand too close!

or else that effervescent ZING will engulf you on the spot!

 

Father’s Day

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Papa,

There are no words to express the profound connection we have

our twosome will stand the test of time

the laughter shared

the inside jokes used against mom

the deep political and social discussions we have face-to-face and on the phone

the numerous business schemes developed over the years

the soccer games coached

the plays you’ve researched and traveled to

the planned projects at home

the road trips to family vacations, summer jobs, college and apartment move-ins

the unsolicited advice

the original songs written

the hugs divvied out

the strength shown in the hospital room

your stubbornness

your spirit

your intelligence

you business savvy

the movies watched, quoted and rewritten

the methods shared (on dish washing, home improvement, and New York navigation)

all of this is, and so much more

is the love you have wrapped around me and why I am thankful for you everyday.

Happy Father’s Day, Papa

My dad (center) on the 72nd Street crosswalk

My dad (center) on the 72nd Street crosswalk

i love you 🙂