Slow and Steady

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Alas,
As much as I love this engagement,
It is back to the work at hand!
Back to my purpose and every day life
To be more like the turtle
Who notices not whether you notice him
Nor cares not whether you care about him
(In fact, he assumes you don’t!)
Nor worries about the opinions of others
Whether they like his shell
Or the way he swims in the water
(You might think he’s slow,
But he sees himself as quite efficient!)
It’s time for me to focus upon
The life right under my nose
The call within my heart
And the duties that I chose

(For you, Amada Minha, to honor your wishes ~)

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Human Arts

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As I sit here for martial arts testing
(A once-every-two-month$ event)
What a beautiful sea of humanity
Surrounds me as we watch
Our collective children
Kick and punch through boards

Included in those I can identify
By face or sound of language
(Please forgive in advance any P.C. errors):
Eastern Indian
Korean
Middle Eastern
Russian
Polish
Italian
Greek
Hispanic
None-too-plain Americans,
descended from somewhere

An ocean of beauty, these faces
With smiles and cameras and pride
No surprise that it’s our children
Who bring us together today

The Atomic Little Room with Blackout Curtains

In a schmancy little town
Beyond fickle seasons–
Blankets biting whiteness,
Peeping buds
Causing residents to bend down
And kiss them with delight
As they trumpet the coming
Of spring,
Summer fading quickly
In and out again, and
Vibrant leaves in fall
Putting the town to sleep
Once more–
There’s a home where
Celebrations come and go
Between laughter and tears of
Day to day life
And happy and sad and boring and
Fun experiences
Dot the calendar
And beyond the visuals
Of that home is a
Dancing little One
Who twists and turns
Amid peace and turmoil
Valiantly accomplishing
And sometimes failing
Coming and going
While breathe continues
To flow steadily
Or not so steadily
In and out of lungs
And the warm
But never quite warm enough
Blood pumps persistently
From heart to lungs
Through heroic aorta,
Body, and back and blue
To the heart once more
And in her mind
Thoughts create a
Reality that takes her
Up mountains
Down valleys
Through space and
Fast slow time
Stretching farther than
Arms or legs or boats or planes
And sometimes
She can only feel
The beating of her heart
That quiets a room
In the depth of her,
An atomic little room
With blackout curtains
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Winter Warning

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Please pardon all the flowers
That I’ve been posting lately
I just want small reminders
Once winter comes ’round again
That things were once alive
And vibrant colors still exist
Outside of blankets of white
With dirty trims of grey from
The spray of salted wheels
Outlines of dark branches whose
Leaves have long ago fallen
Swept away by wind and rakes
And loud motorized contraptions
Winter is not too far away
And I shudder at the thought
Of waking once again to the
Gentle whiteness of cold flakes
Covering–well, everything!
And blackbirds brave enough
(Or dumb enough) to stick around
Shoveling that once was fun
Becoming the bane of existence
Heavy coats and sweaters
Filling drawers and closets
To overflowing
And the greyness of skies
Lasting day after day causing
Smiles of populations
To disappear just a bit
Due to lack of warmth and
Vitamin D
So if you will please indulge me
For a while longer
As I soak in the joy and soul food of
A certain kind of deciduous nature
And share it here where I can return
To remember that nothing lasts
Forever but love