I’m sitting at the glass balcony and the sky is filling high tide with copper and lilacs. Small kids wear blue oversized football helmets and run in synchronized patterns in the field below. Now they hold hands, sweat caught in eyelashes (I’m guessing). They jump and spin and can’t stand still.
It is sometimes astonishing how quickly the sky forgets that it was knotted with clouds violent with rain mere hours before the gentle sun pools on colored leaves and in windowsills.
Turned out onto Washington: the great industrial avenue. Busy in the morning. Lumber yards, warehouses of lighting fixtures huge slabs of marble. All the men say good morning. Workers say good morning. Commuters are mute.
I want to be the woman who somehow deflected all the ‘you should be this ways’ so that what I want to suck from life is just only mine. Tonight, I stood in the grocery store line and beamed at the carrots, lemon cookies, honey yogurt on the rubber belt. I had this thought: IContinue reading “MISGUIDED GOALS”
What it takes is not thought but action, rejecting the snooze button, flowing in a a soft pocket of warmth into the early morning chill. The silver diamond-patterned food cart on the sidewalk puffing its essential oniony fumes and kaleidoscope reflecting a new sun. Gone is the summer air, which incubates into stew of nothingness. AutumnContinue reading “AUTUMN MORNINGS IN PHILADELPHIA”