Archive | May, 2011

here to anythere: day 1

12 May
Rain Clouds & Mountains - off the Nuwara Eliya - Kandy Road

click for credit - not actually virginia

somewhere on 81 south the cloud dwellers turned angry.
they launched ice clods from their perch, amid the mountain-hugging mantle.
luckily for travelers dodging curve balls down below,
their lessons with cupid proved a wash.
the best-aimed bullets melted midway,
landing like pigeon presents,
not with a crash but a splatter.

—–

heading out of the crow’s nest for a week plus on the road –
snapshots recorded here.

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on alumness.

10 May

bongo java, summer 2010

i am two years rusty of raised hands and witty retorts,
of moby dick,
class camaraderie,
and the strange beauty of a double-spaced tour de force.

yet the calendar still sways to the school year’s song.
summer seems a slow breathe away,
the taste of pleasure reading on its pallet.

as the band tunes for circumstance and pomp,
i pay off one loan and look to the rest.
i feel alumness to my core.

i am two days from a long haul south,
to see a sister sure to glow across the stage,
heavy with the weight of such success.
to join alumni ranks: here to anywhere.

it’s cliche, perhaps, to dream in classrooms,
of unintended nakedness and unattended seminars.
but in my dreams i often find my way back.
the vision just hazy enough to veil the path.

so i study here –
a simple syllabus of fresh air, food, and findings unaccredited-
and i go, with gladness, to the landscaped lawns that count me an alumna.

the perfect pairing

7 May

click for original photo credit

few taste buds can distinguish food city’s stock from weigels’,
or guess the time each cup has been living on aisle three.
only a handful alive can tell the season’s changing by the distribution of chocolate on thumb and index finger.

but my momma can.

it’s a mad science and a sweet, sticky art: this reese’s tasting game.

and she taught me everything i know.

after soccer, between errands, shuffling sisters to and fro,
between beeps of the grocer’s gun, we would share a side-eyed smile.
as the package slipped stealthily on the belt, she’d say with a wink,
“no need to bag that. we’ll take it from here.”

never a treat, but a duty,
our taste-testing endeavors spanned years of growing up,
a serious commitment to time together and the art of a long-term laugh.

from k-mart to kroger, no cup was safe.
all must be tasted, tested, treasured.

to date, our findings remain hidden,
locked away where only inside jokes may enter,
in a shack on the kiwanis’ adopted highway.

the job is never done, this we know in our deep sugared bones.
just yesterday, rumors reached me of a strange occurence,
a kentucky man found jelly in his cup,
a blasphemous invasion of all things p.b.c.

should this claim need further investigation,
i have a team to recommend.
in fact, i think we’d better start training our taste buds again, right away,
just in case.

happy mother’s day to my mentor, the master maker of reasons-to-buy-chocolate, and my favorite partner in all things laugh-until-you-cry.

i love you, mom.