Nuremberg (NaPoWriMo #29)

A window, sometimes, is a
Memory.
Glass shattered
Scattered
Recovered
Reborn.

Time, is infinite in this place.
Then:
Fünf Minuten, gnädige Frau.”

Yet the same sun illuminates the stains
using different light.
The same moon reflects through the stains
using different light.

Who says time is linear?

How is the light made?
Where does it go?

Because I could not stop for Fat– (NaPoWriMo #26) 

Because I could not stop for Fat–
She kindly stopped for me –
The body held but just Ourselves –
And a meal fried up for three.

We slowly shuffled– She knew no haste
And I had put away
My brownies and my ice cream too,
For Her gluttony–

We passed the Mickey D’s, where Children strove
At the playland– on the slide –
We passed the rows of fast food chains –
We passed the Blooming Onion –

Or rather – it bloomed for Us–
The grease pooled quivering and gelatinous–
For only floral, my MuMu–
My Tippet – an edible lei–

We paused before a Waffle House that seemed
A Swelling of the Gut–
The chicks and filets were scarcely visible –
The doughnuts– in the round –

Since then – ’tis Calories– and yet
Feel fewer than the Day
I first surmised the ambling feet
Were pointed toward obesity–

bring me magic (NaPoWriMo #18)

bring me magic
Tell me where is the opposite
side
of
the earth?

I send out tentative vibration from my isolation, hello?
Knocked flat, vaccuumed breath, fish pucker.

Buffeted by billions of reverberations, I’m seasick,
panicked.
At a touch,
Here is the entire world’s energy.

Right here, literally, it’s hay and pines, red-winged blackbirds and sky.
The flutter of wings moving whisper air and
I hear the roots pushing and wrapping around me.

Dizzying energy, I grasp and pull.
These pulses, my pulses, braiding in
fistfulls
tight twist, outside over center.

And then I know.

They’ve always been here.
I’ve always been a part of them.
Each choice joining my idea of right,
Positive parting around
Great human rocks,
Unhindered by the negative thrust.

A rainbow river of likeness
Formed in invisible,
global,
powerful,
powerless.
It simply is.

I feel my reverberations,
The shimmy of my whole self,
Join in the braided twists.

For just that flash among billions,
I belong.
I am magic.

The Same Moon (NaPoWriMo #17)

My first moon hovered beyond wisps of
White blond hair and a windowsill
Where I dangled studying the horizon,
Waiting for Santa’s sleigh to be backlit.

Awestruck tonight that this moon,
Buoyant over this retirement dream,
Highlighting this new and forever home,
Nearly five decades later, is the same moon.

I remember the silvery disc over the
Air Force Academy Terrazzo
And a Hawaiian Beach and also
Lighting morning runs by a South Korean river.

My lover and I howled at this moon
On a Mediterranean beach in Turkey.
We first fell for each other under the very same
In the warm waters off Cyprus.

Even on those stormy nights of
Love lost, friends lost,
Erupting emotional change,
This moon waited behind the clouds.

One day I’ll reach out
Pluck it from its place
Feast from its pungent pores
And then put it back on my flight

Beyond the stars.