| A Person at the Window |
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| Salvador Dali |
A
Person at the Window
The young woman takes
a break
from her dusting and stares
out
the window.
It's a beautiful day outside.
She
can smell the salt air
and feel the
sea breeze on her face.
A sailboat she notices
in the distance
sets her mind free as
she leans on the
windowsill.
She dreams of being on
that boat and all
the wonderful, exotic
places she could visit.
Tahiti,Fiji. Or the French
Reviera, the Seychelles.
An annoying sound clamors
through her
reverie. It is the sound
of the clock
striking noon hour, she
wonders where
the time has gone.
Off to do her dusting
and she passes the
window again. Like a moth
drawn to a flame,
she stares out at the
horizon and is once
more transported
onto a distant shore.
© 6/03/04 sqb
The
Me I am Now
Wasn't so long ago I had
a different life.
I was a wife, mother;
I had a house, yard,
a dog and three cats.
A job I looked forward
to and enjoyed.
Someone decided it couldn't
be so.
Now I sit in my parents
house once more.
Trying to get a new start
on a life I
never wanted. My husband
scattered to
the sea, wife no more.
Mother still, but
dynamics have changed.
Secondary losses:
house gone, dog gone,
cats gone, vehicles
gone.
Dreams...gone.
My mind left for awhile
also. I think I
have most of it back.
The rest, probably
didn't need anyway. Grief
is the perfect
excuse for craziness.
Really, as a widow
you can get away with
almost anything,
initially.
So now I am back to being
daughter at 45
years of age. Back to
renew my soul, try
and fill the void that
screams quietly
loud. Father the fisherman
and sailor,
wizened and old. I've
been away too long,
my mind tells me.
Mother, a little bent,
but strong. Will I
go to church? No. Please
stop asking; I
still have a few things
to straighten out
with the Man Upstairs.
She putters about,
praying under her breath
for me, it may
help.
I have come full circle
at this point in
my life. Started out on
an island in the
Caribbean, little wild
island child. The
eldest of three, blessed
with two brothers.
Now the story starts anew
as I swim in the
waters of my youth, cleansing,
searching.
My son is with me, brought
into the fold.
He gets the benifit of
extended family
and many years of wisdom.
I hope one day
he realizes just how imortant
that is,family.
As for me, well I don't
quite know what
will happen to me yet,
but I look forward
with eagerness. The me
I am now is the one
who has discovered she
can write words that
pass for poetry, sometimes.
Maybe scribble
together a book...maybe.
Won't you join me?
© 7/4/04
sqb
Night Terror
you know, that i know, you are there.
silently, with malice, you creep and
stalk ever closer.
do
you think i'll succumb as i did last
time? do you think i won't care that
you robbed me of my mind, my heart,
my
very life?
i stayed awake last night, going toe to
toe with you-i won. i feel your rancid
rotting breath upon
my shoulder.
i've let you get too close, already.
i sent you away once, almost at the
cost of my own life. you
are not welcome,
ever. i am wiser now, stronger now. i follow
the light only, darkness is for sleeping.
go now!
find some other poor soul who has
no perceivable defenses. but beware, i tell
you, for those of us who know, shall educate
those
to come. we shall not go down without
a fight. go reaper, there are no souls for you
tonight.
© 7/12/04 sqb | 
