Reduximus

REDUXIMUS

like a baby

a cat sleeps like a baby

all day long

and then at night

she roams the house

jumps on the bed

sniffs my ear

licks my cheek

and I wonder why

I can’t sleep.

Sleep like a baby

Forget who said what or what was wanted to be said.
Move around alot during the day.
Have someone or something soft and cuddly next to you.
Sensual soft somatic breeze enters, say thank you.
Invite amniotic dreams.
Smile, sleep like a baby.

the crack of light

when we leave the day of

            hopes and fears

we enter the soft night

            a dream field with its

sadness and resignation

only to wake and

repeat the cycle again and again

            until at last we stumble

upon the crack, the sliver

            of light which will

lead us home

Sleep

The world out         there        sometimes it doesn't exist

 

                  when the noose of night begins its quiet hold

        there is a ghost over your shoulder

and you, do not even know it

Needlepoint

Mrs. Lindemeyer sat down at her work table. This is not the famous Mrs. Gladys Lindemeyer that you are undoubtedly thinking of, the one who is known for her dinner parties and her back yard full of dwarf lemon trees, the one who conducts classes in knitting. This is Mrs. Harriet Lindemeyer. She is actually the lesser known sister-in-law. While Gladys knits, Harriet does needlepoint. Gladys has boxes full of unwanted frumpy scarves, while Harriet creates exquisite landscapes of rolling hills complete with cattle, barns, farmers driving tractors. Her work has even been displayed at the American Folk Art Museum in New York. She started this craft when she purchased Rosey Grier's Needlepoint for Men on EBay. She had been fascinated by the title. It was one of those rare events that happen to a fortunate person when grace drops something in their lap and changes them forever.

Sunday Supper

We had Sunday Supper at the Lindemeyers
while I am trying to go Vegan as well as Gluten Free
I ate the baby pot roast and the Sourdough bread

Not wanting to offend Mrs. Lindemeyer
I sat for 60 minutes while she taught me how to knit
strands of gray merino still cling to my wedding ring

Cabernet Sauvignon called my name sweetly so I drank
and got drunk listening to the men plainly and neatly
discuss everything that was important

As we rounded out the night with a tour of the yard
a grove of miniature lemon trees made me happy
I took home a brown paper sack full of yellow joy

bitter orange

The slow flapping of curtains

a half open window

the scent of bitter orange

carried in on notes from Brian Eno

and so the passing of winter

vernal hopes reach out

past the confines of my heart