experimenting with anarchy
stretching the limits
breaking all the rules
transitioning into chaos
today I will not brush my teeth
I will exceed the speed limit
and not come to a complete stop at the stop sign
nor engage my parking brake
I will leave off the period at the end of my sentence
and not capitalize arizona
I will skip my vegetables
and eat dessert first
my rebellion has a time limit
disobedience makes me anxious
back to normal tomorrow
In All CircumstancesGive thanks in all circumstances;for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus (1 Thessalonians 5:18 NIV).
All right, God. Because You say so.
Thanks a lot for this scourge that has killed hundreds of thousands
of people worldwide.
I can sincerely thank You for the people
who call their elderly neighbors and say
“Is there anything you need?”
I thank You also for the doctors and nurses and orderlies
who work long hours caring for the sick.
For the grocery clerks who stock the shelves
and who gather customer’s orders.
For the people who conscientiously wash their hands
and wear their masks.
For the people who lost their jobs
and don’t know where their next meal will come from.
For the people who don’t know how they will pay their rent.
For the children who can’t go to school.
Thank You also for the people who died alone,
whose loved ones wanted to be there to comfort them,
but weren’t allowed.
You see my tears and You know I am devastated for them
and angry at You for letting this happen.
But I know there are also blessings that I can’t see.
So I thank You for Your invisible movement through this valley.
I thank You that out of pain and death
You can make life and beauty,
even if I can’t see it now.
But I trust You.
And I thank You.
Even though I don’t know why.
my husband gets ready for bed
I hear him snap his hearing aids into the charger
the water runs
he spits toothpaste into the sink
I hear the dryer’s signal
I still have work to do
I’m tired, too
my day’s been long
with chores and errands
I want to sleep until I wake refreshed
but we have an early appointment
his, not mine
but he can’t do anything alone anymore
our days are logistics problems to be solved
nothing is easy
we don’t know when things will be “normal” again
I remember a different time
when I was sleep deprived
caring for our five children
never a dull moment
laughter and tears
the days seemed endless
but their childhood was over in a blink
Dancing with the dog
the dog wants out
and I dance around the pool
weighed down with an extra 10 pounds
the result of staying at home
it used to be I’d dance for three hours every Tuesday night
now we don’t gather
so I’m limited to a few minutes under the stars
and music only I can hear
I sway right and left
touch heel and toe
one foot crosses over the other
and my fingers snap in rhythm
slowly I make my way around the pool
then slip into the backdoor
the dog prancing in behind me
don’t take us out of the box
we’re happy here, brand new
as perfect as we’ll ever be
don’t violate us with your stinky feet
don’t destroy our perfect twinness
we are each other’s ideal partner
if you put mileage on us
we’ll wear out, no longer new
no more new shoe fragrance
this is war
we will fight you
we’ll pinch you and blister you
but treat us gently and we’ll hug you
we’ll give you height
we’ll let you dance
or we’ll trip you up
you’ll never know which
until it happens
better yet, leave us in the box
put us on the top shelf of the closet
forget about us
let us rest in our perfection forever
o spirit of rhyme and rhythm
amuse me, muse
now tickle my imagination
with whistles of whimsy and whit
make the words flow from my pen
and paint pictures with their cadences
I am merely the stenographer who
captures the images and
mounts them on the page
you gave me this gift, this curse
now have your way with me
make me fertile with verse
don’t sit me here with an idle pen
and ideas that drift away like smoke
what do you have for me today
what little bit of cleverness
what wordplay what syllabic art
what chorus of rhyme and rhythm
what little ditty will you hum to me today
two halves make the whole
the practical woman in me
does the right thing
the expected thing
follows the rules
chooses a theme
devises a plan and then works according to plan
makes well-thought-out decisions
strives toward perfection
the emotional one in me
turns her back on caution
leaps forward with abandon
smells the roses
flings the paint
experiments to see what will happen
dances to the music no one else hears
feels the pain the joy the beauty
cries until she laughs
these unmatched twins
whimsical / intellectual
have equal merit in my self
they spar with each other
and embrace one another
shake hands smirk wink
walk a mile together
and only occasionally
push the other away
When I was ten,
my mother took me to the doctor
because my legs hurt.
The doctor examined me
and said I had growing pains.
Nothing I could to do about them.
When I was sixty,
I complained about leg pain, especially after exercise,
and the chiropractor asked me to describe my stretching regimen.
Um, I don’t have a stretching regimen.
And the doctor prescribed one for me which greatly reduced my achiness.
I wondered if stretching would have helped me as a child
to reduce my growing pains.
It occurred to me today
when I’m pushed out of my comfort zone
forced to accommodate changes happening with greater and greater rapidity
that rather than dig in and refuse to budge,
I could s t r e t c h up and over and out to lower my discomfort.
when you make a quilt, you think of the recipient
you choose fabrics in colors your loved one loves
or prints that relate to the person in some way
you imagine them swathed in its comfort
and you make their dreams come true
all your design choices show your love
each stitch you make is like a kiss
and when they wrap themselves up in the quilt
it’s like your arms embracing them