¿Que sera?
What will be?
¿Dónde se termina?
Where will I end up?
¿Cómo se forma un cráter?
How does a crater form?
¿Cuándo me impacto una estrella fugaz?
When will a shooting star impact me?
You Can
You can be brave
You can walk to Central America
couch surfing and eating from dumpsters
You are magic
You know your life's true intention
There is no time for soul trepidation
Hitchhike a rocket-ship
Know that you know what you know
in confidence
Don't listen so much to advice
Love your fat
Do sit ups to build strength
Lose track of your years
Plant rows of courageous pole beans and climb
Believe the excitement
Let it not make sense
Fall into bed with the nonsense
Speak loudly to the silliness
You are my dreams come true!
A Home for Travelers
I contain travelers
and in my memory
they travel always
suspended in air
in the Greyhound station
of my sky.
An Mayan hippie father
with braids and a purse
and beads in the tassels.
I go to Mexico each year
then back to North Carolina.
I pull a bead loose to pocket.
Violinist in my first Greyhound,
an imp with a hankering for words.
We chattered from Harrisonburg
to Dulles Airport where I left her
hanging in her boyfriends arms.
Hold tight. It won't always be so good.
Old starving poet
tattered clothes
dignified hat
tramp look.
He says he can tell I share the affliction.
The bus unloads. I wrap myself around his story.
Water Breaking
I try to wind my words with vines and tendrils
but I'll have to make do with lacy letters, “s” or cursive “l”
until next month when I get my fill
or will I?
I want my words to float like the wind
melodies buoyant against the tide
until the hang the orange banana on the post
but will I?
I decided this time
I am entirely committed
to return to Costa Rica
to mountains I viewed and shores I never knew.
I will!
I have the will to live.
I write this from under a roof weighed down by three inches of snow.
The Appalachians are beautiful and rugged and I am not afraid to embark again.
I am going soon!
Last night I dreamed a friend of mine broke her water.
I tried to pull myself out of the dream.
I tried to scream to my mother.
There are follicles in my ovaries. Eggs!
I am not looking for a baby but an idea born.
I am giving birth to myself.
This is it, this is my one life!
