Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Rainy Day

I cannot see the sun today.
It hides it's face among the clouds.
The rain pours down in fits and starts,
And pounds against the window-so loud.

I read my book and wish the storm to pass
I read snuggled in my bed with tea.
My book feels heavier,
My eyes recede.

Can dreams be far away?

Friday, April 23, 2010

The ball

Dusty corners of my middle-aged brain
Try to keep track of the multitudinous strings of my life.
If I could only wrap those strings into a ball,
I would know where all my thoughts were,
And lay them quietly again in the corner of my brain.

Copyright April 2010

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Who am I anyway?

I am the average mom walking down the street
Dressed in comfortable, funky, ultimately- very serviceable clothes.
You have seen me in a thousand people passing you.

Within this ordinary trapping of a life,
I feel my dreams crowd around inside my skull.
Vying for space,
they sit right next to the part of me that pays the bills,
sometimes on time.

Within this ordinary trapping of a life,
My dreams scream to be let loose before I die--
Before they die with me.

See them as I reveal them to you.
Watch with the vision of compassion
as I open their door and let them fly.

Know me.

copyright protected April 2010