We never
wanted two cats
and a dog
the white picket fence
and the station wagon
The world
waited just over the horizon
Odd
isn’t it how
our fondest memories
are of kids and dogs
two old cats rule
we no longer need
yet have
two station wagons
all a part of
creating a place called home
What about that white picket fence?
At those times when I feel in harmony with the world Every clock dances with 12:12, 3:03 or other synchronous pairs before moving on to the next minute in time Conversely, hands on a discordant clock suspend time as they stretch and point toward numbers that disagree Like a flashing red light they warn again…
Funny isn’t it how late afternoon is also early evening and is (just as surely) – night – depending on the time of year In the scrapbook…
& then it was Christmas Day! sleep – silent snow blankets the earth with only an occasional whisper the world is at peace. even the cats sleep on…
While there are always tasks to be completed meals to be prepared appointments to be kept It isn’t really the litany of ongoing daily existence that sometimes feels too much Happily, life goes on no matter what never being off duty is the biggest challenge Relief comes only late in the evening one day waning,…
Two weeks too many states bitter cold, bittersweet Asia and Blue Parakeet huddle, heading NW into winter We stretch legs wandering Wright Patterson Air Force Museum Herm Crab has retreated uncaring that a cold Pacific awaits Crossing into St. Louis driving rain obscures the exits settled in, we reminisce about dining near the old brick…
We lay there – I, draped along the sofa while she curls herself inside the bend of my legs They, by contrast, stand sentry seated side by side in the large chair near the fireplace poised. ready Over and over we replay this scene – Coco and me, Annie and my husband They inevitably glance…