at my pace
I see me. I am glorious blue, and polluted gray, shades among.
I am determined and loud, lost and exactly in place, silent and moving, constantly moving. I belong and I don’t. Who knew? It knew. This city knew.
A month ago, we were just back from Thailand. We started the trip with elephants, then worked in quite a few temples, meals, friends, sunshine, golf, taxis, boats and more. We were very lucky to have this opportunity to see Thailand again, this time through different eyes. We smiled while combing through photos again this weekend, and I hope you enjoy how the light tended to us on this adventure.Houses and People” by Angkarn Chanthathip Each spot each spot kindles an image…
Glistening brilliance of life
the deep dark night the traveller the wide world
each place everywhere it breaks through
never without houses and people
For some, saying it out loud makes it better. For me, writing it down. And so I’ve been writing more and more this year. To celebrate National Poetry Month, and my goal to see the positive, here is a contribution to the blogworld today.
Again, formerly titled The Assault
It lulls you in
Wake at 3am and there, still, is a spinning world.
Wow. What. Why. How.
I can do this.
Look at that. Photo. Photo. Photo.
Why are they staring?
(laugh) I can do this.
And then, I don’t remember the details.
Was it one thing? A switch turned by the movement?
Or a beat down.
I can do this. This elephant.
One fascinating experience at a time.
One language conquering moment at a time.
One cheap electronic and copy handbag
or unbelievable deal at a time.
Some days you lose your way.
Some days the way is just gone.
One fascinating, story-telling experience at a time.
I want to go home.
wherever that is
I want easy. Understand and be understood. Hide.
Maybe it’s been eating me all along.
one bite at a time
the beat down
the assault on my senses
the gradual attack
Ahhh. Fresh air. Light.
I can do this. Get away. Remember. Smile. Breathe. Drive.
It lulls you back
A good day, a good choice, and you forget
So it’s me. Is it me? I let them in. I did this.
Shut up, you. (expletive)
Shut up, me. Stop.
Stop. Figure it out.
Leave it. Again.
And again. Leave it.
Embrace that glorious, thick-skinned, floppy eared, dirty, wet, beautiful beast. Every day.
Follow it home.
Find the way.
I can do this.