“A snowy afternoon
lost in errant
“In this moment
Freshly fallen snow captures your footprints, first left than right toward the yellow glowing coffee shop windows outlined in translucent iced frosting. The expansive silence broken only by muffled squeaking falling off your knobby boots and then hand on door you enter to chatter rising from small islands of conversation.
As you sit at a corner table you realize nobody looked up when you entered, nobody watched you place then pickup your simple cup of coffee and walk the interminable steps to this little table you’re now at. Nobody watched.
In this moment with nobody looking coffee warmth.
As I squeezed the plastic bottle mustard escaped with a slurpy gurgle then dribbled a wavy yellow stream onto the hot dog cradled in my right hand. I stared absentmindedly as the yellow covered the hot dog overflowed onto the bun and finally smothered my fingers. “Damn” I cursed, and only then did I stop squeezing.
Irritated, I looked down at the red and white table cloth covering the picnic table and grabbed a handful of loose paper towels with my free hand, quickly winding the towels around the dripping yellow mess. [Read more…]
She touched me, the early summer breeze wafting across my bare shoulders, cupping my ruddy cheeks with her gentle fingers. She touched me, the early summer breeze coming from sunshine to shadow from outside to inside till she wrapped me in her memories. Her touch was silence, filling me with grace and gratitude, filling me with her solitude teeming with life. [Read more…]
I stepped into the cold tiled shower cube keeping most of my shivering body away from the first blast of water, then eased my knotted form into the warming spray.
With my eyes closed I submitted myself naked in a slow pirouette of thanks, receiving the warm water’s absolution and letting my coldness swirl down the drain.
As my hands cupped the steaming liquid bringing it to my face I noticed the shower filling with foggy mist wrapping me in billowing layers of fog adding a sense of deep intimacy to the hot shower. [Read more…]
Yesterday I looked up from the stained sidewalk
to see your reflection in Macy’s downtown window,
your red hooded wool cape tightly closed at the neck,
your long brown hair peeking out. I spun around,
hoping to catch you, hoping you’d catch me.
I guess I didn’t turn quickly enough.
You were gone, replaced by a group of tourists
gawking and mumbling about transient matters,
not noticing the bewildered man in their midst.
Crossing the Third Avenue bridge, I saw you
in a cab by yourself. You looked into my eyes
as you passed, then turned away without a smile.
Was that really you? Tell me that wasn’t you
turning away. [Read more…]