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She’s a woman
who learns to hold-carry
and balance-give
and take-in love.
A woman who treasures,
who looks to the limits in the sky
and notices the pennies in her path.
And realizing she might just
not know
she learns to sort through
first hand love for second-hand pieces
feeling for heaviness.
At least this pile’s
nicer than the one
She found it in-
a minute, an hour
more than 5 days ago-
when she learned
first hand love could be a
second hand burden
And that by the time it
reached her back-
safe keeping could
turn a cool breeze
dark and smokey.
She wraps her arms
around this
Libra laundry
and thanks Truth
the big sky
and little lucky money
for her present pile
for its still clouds,
for splintery glimmers
and for even making
a goddamn mess of things.
And as her mind’s eye
runs a stitch
over that robe she’d wear-
gift from someone
to someone else to her
she considers
that constellation
in this
new sky.
where to find the words now
no idea where how
heart’s broken and
just tryin to breathe.
I see a happy hug
a teasing love
a simple sailboat
heading out to sea
the ebb and flow
come and go
and hope’s the sail to see
my lucky love
our wave’s above
the sun, the sky, the sea.
in gentle waves
can jagged caves
be explored and seen.
so tell the mist
tell the shells
because
the words
are
lost
at
sea.
If all words surrounding this issue weren’t clumsy and cliche
If talking weren’t like a strange game,
Like trying to balance
Seashells in a box filled with sand
Without friction or grit
And if all requests were being granted
I’d ask
For all words surrounding this issue
To cradle me like the happy swing of a rocking chair
For a moment if just that.
And if nature answered my requests
It would take simply
One sunny warm day
To heal and seal: this
And the sun would render me transparent
Or at least completely changed
And I would not need proof of that beauteous thing
Even as the sun retreats with November.
If only this could fade with seasonal warmth
Showing itself new
Like a pretty orange leaf
Happily caught
By an eye on dark pavement.
Perhaps the sign would be accepted
Seen
Like an elm leaf
That’s been holding tight
Through cold
In the name of Spring
In the name of Love
In the face of a Storm that has passed.
If things were so easy
As sheer, will-powered changes
Like clearing and cleaning off tables
Making way for things fresh and new-
I’d be a cleaner.
If this were a shaky house worthy of renovation-
I’d be a builder.
If I made the rules
I’d rewrite them
And they would be a healing blanket.
* “Parole” translates to “words” in Italian.
En Le Path Bien
Just as I was about to sit- an already seated woman hoisted her designer purse right into my face like a badge- warding me off with the powers of Gucci. “My friend is coming,” she said, as she pointed to a frantic woman, who was pinned back by a slow-moving crowd that had just started entering the train car. I thought of still sitting but the seat- saver remained poised with the purse holding it immediately above the seat in complete devotion. I froze and shot dirty looks at the purse as the train car filled in with people. Seat saving?! WHAT the HELL is THIS?! Well your friend better be 80 or need a CANE, I thought to myself. And just as my eyes shot back towards the friend, I saw a completely disinterested woman overtake the seat in one swift movement. And suddenly it was as if the Gucci had never been there.
It only makes sense that PATH riders should maintain NYC social standards while commuting. We all know how well a seat-saver or improperly clutched Gucci would fare in the city.
Maria
Last night I went to bed and dreamt of you.
You weren’t my younger sister in my dream
And she was not your mother, only mine.
You held an empty box. Its space was like
The pit in my stomach. Like when we fight:
Two girls, an empty box, and no ribbon
To hold the scene together. Our words were
Heavy like my heart when I heard…
When you got sick. Stay with me, don’t ignore,
I know you hate it when I fear for you,
Especially out loud- when I use words.
It’s easy to argue about filling
The car with gas, or when you piss me off.
It’s easy to talk about red-headed
Children that I will have before you do.
In these places there are no directions
And where we go there is no wise counsel.
I won’t scare you with my fears, Maria.
The poem, the lines, these two girls, are sisters.
Is it the overindulgence in food or family time that brings on deep introspection, even some melancholy over the holidays? I mean, I understand that the holidays aim to transport you to a state of child-like wonder and excitement for all things Christmas. It works. We all end up dancing around with presents and hope and thank and celebrate.
And after all those many whimsical treats from eggnog, gigantic snowflake cookies, to entire gingerbread houses, the semi-coma that follows can make you think about your life. Like, Who the hell eats like that? Unfortunately I did. And many do, and according to some stories so did Hansel and Gretel-prior to being lured into some kind of compromising oven-cage. My point is, giant cookies can make you think about your previous decisions and let’s just say I’m pretty sure Hansel and Gretel were probably rethinking their brilliant breadcrumb trail.
After things have been exchanged, unwrapped, and enjoyed or not, evoking happy symbols and rituals, I know some are left dreading the new year as I have, up ’til now. I have been working towards a new view for this New Year.
What we can do for the New Year? Antithetically we can resist and cry. Stay home and eat bagel chips in a variety of different flavors. We can leave our timezone, be in an airplane at midnight. Fall asleep to eighties music. But no matter where we choose to be, we can embrace the beginning of change in ourselves and be at the head of that party train. We can’t slow down the year, stop the count down, or stop anyone from playing and singing along to that all too repetitive song that they play at every New Years’ celebration.
As always, time is going to continue to fly by. And just as American Idol has age limits, we pretty much have our own pre-established constructs and constraints in our lives. But should I beat myself up because there will be no entering into the billiard olympics for me again this year because of that freaking full time job?
Anyone can embrace new-ness big or small. New interests, commitments, friends, knowledge, houseplants. In the end, the idea is hope for the future, for personal growth- and renewal of one’s spirit, whether that’s Christmas, “wine &”, holy, or all of them.
Simplify your life, make a commitment to yourself and those you love. Make changes, not regrets. Looking forward in 2007, embrace who you truly are and laugh lots and lots!
Antonina
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