Time covers the distanceas the crow flies.Memories takea more circuitous route.AndDreams?They do butglimmer and fade like fireflies. Take me backto that moment –the one right beforemy expectationswere about to be met. Take me back to that dream –the one right before I knewall dreams are […]
I read 49 books in 2018.
What I have learned is
I’m happiest on my east-facing blue chair,
Mama’s silk blanket folded on my lap
gifted to me on my wedding day – a day my seasons changed.
On occasion I look up
from my Adelbayo or Ondaatje (or some other magical, mysterious name begging exploration)
to see the pear tree budding and flowering and letting go, just outside my window.
I can almost stroke her white flowers grazing the cool cheek of the pane.
And it is all I can do to say out loud
On behalf of all creators
Today is my mother’s birthday.
I count on my fingers the number of years I have been living without her presence.
Five. Hmm. I thought it was six.
Already I’m losing sight of her.
Her voice. Her peculiar expression. Somewhere between knowledge and fear.
And the exact color of her hair before the greys got in.
She is losing shape. I have trouble finding her outline – like an artist’s rendering of Ganesha on
the current spate of cards.
What I do see –
The slight tremor in my hands as I pass the hallway calendar with today’s date.
What I feel – a lump in my throat that begs explanation
What I sense – an absence in every room with or without light.