Friday, March 5, 2010
The lights glimmer against the night sky,
all is quiet in the car as I board a ferry for thirty-six hours
of writing and pampering with my parents.
One tantalizing word, precisely placed,
creates the difference between good and brilliant.
Lights, camera, action . . . dresses.
Good friends, good food, and a little bit of chaos.
It’s possible that our two year old is somehow channeling
Shaun White’s mojo as he carried his
two-wheeled bike up cement steps and was plotting the ride back down.
I don’t know about you, but I find a semi-conscious state
often delivers some of the freshest ideas.
Sometimes it takes one of us being sick to slow us down —
to enjoy sitting on the floor and playing games.
car dead at the preschool parking lot,
two-year-old lands us at the doctor’s with an ear infection,
cranky boys, dinner, walk the dog . . .
finally, the day releases me to sleep.
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