Poem 136 -1 empty suitcase 2 full bags

1 empty suitcase

2 full bags

Its raining, what exceptional

Pathetic fallacy as I ladled

The remnant in to a bag

And deposit it carefully

Then seem to play knock

Down ginger

This is very sad, very sad

Indeed, very sad this is indeed,

Indeed this is sad very.

So sad it is very indeed that

We feel the emptiness

In my wardrobe and my lack

For sleep attire.

1 empty suitcase to represent

my space, 2 full very sad bags.  

Poem 135-Esquiva de Baixa

Esquiva de Baixa

(low escape)

I have escaped my world

Through a series of doors

Teleporting my un-co-ordinated

Self to a den of movement.

I surrender my evenings ( twice

a week) to the persuit of balance,

salt and question and response.

No-one, most particularly myself,

Would expect to find me here

Jogging bottoms on and French kicks

Removed from can cans.

Each week attend less able

To claim I am a novice each

Circle more inviting.

You, the sport, the people, have

Welcomed me in a hail of

Leg swishes and berimbaus .

And I am grateful for this

Honour clad in a t-shirt

I made for myself and my belt

In the cupboard at home

These days are most

Exhausting and empowering that

I hold.

I escape my life and breathe

As the level gets

Higher.

Poem 134- Marriage and Birth

Marriage and Birth

I heard the news of their engagement

No two people have I met who meld so well

It was only a matter of time.

They interest, caress and complete

One another. They engulf each other’s

Woes and exchange sadness

 For truth and love. No longer will

Grandmothers wait in hope.

Now is the time and I couldn’t

Be more pleased

I saw the awe inspiring photograph

Of a child so small and perfect

Made only from years of understanding,

Soul mated-ness and support. Two

People creating life from a life they

Wanted. A gift from the creator

Who made sea monsters and

Secret codes. From a girl

Whose humour, laughter and

Kindness knows no bounds and a boy

Whose patience and speech and transcended

Seder tables and synagogues making everyone

Feel important and involved.  A blessing for

Those who pursue a blessed life and two

People who will be able to imbue

Values, intelligence and compassion

And a tiny person made in their

Image. Now is the time and I couldn’t

Be more pleased.

I should send flowers. But from a far I

Send wishes of excitement

And joy and thanks that facebook

Can include me partially in

Two pieces of exceptional news.

Poem 133- The Long Rolling Summer

The Long Rolling Summer

I don’t remember the summer last

Year feeling this long.

I am surprised, time consistently tries

To trick me into believing its

Shortness and now this.

What am I to expound from this

Constant misdirection when all

Is completed and nothing else

Begins.

The summer of course will end,

Nobody thinks it wont, nobody

Would be stupid enough to concede

To its manner of perpetual

Continuance. But how do we

Continue to waste what is only

Ours and watch as the days

Roll in to weeks.

What day is it?

Poem 132- Dreams

Dreams

I had a dream that you

Returned. You came to my

House. My mother called it

A “ wish fulfilment dream”,

We didn’t speak. It was

The most silent overwhelming

Encounter I have ever known.

Immediately you settled

In to routine, squashed in the

Car and headed out for

Dinner with us.

No words exchanged I felt

You sap the energy gained our

Reunion.

I felt like all I was meant to

Feel was missing – no elation

No relief.

I felt wholly unfulfilled. Even

My subconscious knows the truth.