I used to
Sketch
and Draw
and
Paint
And think up dreams
I might
Create
But never a scene described
by
Lips
Nor feelings felt
at
Finger Tips
Escaped beyond my mind's reach
Nor whispered soft from my heart's speech
For canvas dreams
Inside
Of me
Must wait until I
Set
Them
Free
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Somewhere In The Middle
I wandered into the ladies room at the Art Institute of Chicago
Straight from the Thorne Miniature Room,
which has always been one of my favorite
Exhibits
Approaching the wall of sinks and mirrors,
I notice the cleaning lady to my left
going about her
Business.
She looks up
I nod hello
She nods hello back and smiles shyly
I watch her discretely
She tends to her work with the attention to detail of the most skilled surgeon
Wiping the filth from the sinks
Emptying the trash bins and carrying off the threat of flus and bugs and the
Icky things that make most of us cringe.
I wonder how she got to work today.
Did she have to take a bus with multiple exchanges
Did she have to rush to feed her kids breakfast
Before
racing
to the train?
Will she have to stop and pick up groceries or medicine on the
way home?
Tired, beat, walking three blocks out of her way to the store
And
Three blocks back.
Where does she find her sanity check?
Somewhere in the middle,
I guess.
To my right are a couple twenty-somethings discussing the
virtues
of
Hair condition.
Apparently there is a fine line between shampooing
Too often
and
Not often enough.
Too much and your hair
Goes limp
Too little and it's a nightmare to brush
Through.
Where's the balance?
Somewhere in the middle,
I suppose.
I turn back to the mirror in front of me
This window to the soul
With its newly cleaned glass
Not a speck of lint left after its timely wipe down
I look down into the sink below me
At the water twirling around
as it rolls
expectantly
Into the Drain.
And I wonder
What will be the toughest decision I make today?
Somewhere in the middle
I hope.
Straight from the Thorne Miniature Room,
which has always been one of my favorite
Exhibits
Approaching the wall of sinks and mirrors,
I notice the cleaning lady to my left
going about her
Business.
She looks up
I nod hello
She nods hello back and smiles shyly
I watch her discretely
She tends to her work with the attention to detail of the most skilled surgeon
Wiping the filth from the sinks
Emptying the trash bins and carrying off the threat of flus and bugs and the
Icky things that make most of us cringe.
I wonder how she got to work today.
Did she have to take a bus with multiple exchanges
Did she have to rush to feed her kids breakfast
Before
racing
to the train?
Will she have to stop and pick up groceries or medicine on the
way home?
Tired, beat, walking three blocks out of her way to the store
And
Three blocks back.
Where does she find her sanity check?
Somewhere in the middle,
I guess.
To my right are a couple twenty-somethings discussing the
virtues
of
Hair condition.
Apparently there is a fine line between shampooing
Too often
and
Not often enough.
Too much and your hair
Goes limp
Too little and it's a nightmare to brush
Through.
Where's the balance?
Somewhere in the middle,
I suppose.
I turn back to the mirror in front of me
This window to the soul
With its newly cleaned glass
Not a speck of lint left after its timely wipe down
I look down into the sink below me
At the water twirling around
as it rolls
expectantly
Into the Drain.
And I wonder
What will be the toughest decision I make today?
Somewhere in the middle
I hope.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
My Sleepy Valentine
What were you dreaming
when you woke from the sleep
that you
fell into
so softly
and
so suddenly
That look on your face
pleaded
hold me
The surprise in your eyes
screamed
keep me safe.
So I took you
in my arms
where you fell
back
to
sleep
And the smile
on
your
lips
whispered
thank you.
when you woke from the sleep
that you
fell into
so softly
and
so suddenly
That look on your face
pleaded
hold me
The surprise in your eyes
screamed
keep me safe.
So I took you
in my arms
where you fell
back
to
sleep
And the smile
on
your
lips
whispered
thank you.
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