Wait, wait
She said
So how did she learn
So young
To control so much
With one word
Wait
And so I wait
To see what it is
I am waiting for
It might be a shoe that was
Not put on right
Or a door that is not open
Maybe a toy that has fallen
So I wait
Like I never waited before
So many people
Told me to wait before
But I never heard them
Now, now I hear quite clearly
The voice of a four year old
Taking control of her world.
FCC 8/9/14
Torrents
Endless torrents
Of love and
Lust
As water rushing
Down the mountain
We raced to cling
Seamlessly
Sealing out
All else
Till we bloomed as one
In the new land we formed
Such was our headstrong
Beginning, but
Time, time slowed
The rush of water
That we might
Still be drinking
From the well of our desire,
Less our passion become parched
So
Now though we luxuriate
In the trickle
That sustains us
Gleefully remembering
Us
Satisfied to lay by the
Languid stream of
Forever
FXC. 8/4/14
Still, still I see you walking
Towards me, looking away
You had business with others
So I had
Just that moment
To observe
But also the moment
You walked back and past me
Again I watched your
Confident sensual walk
Just that moment
What, how did I know
The clock for eternity
Would start then
And restart every time
I would see you again
Like air, I needed you
My life had no sound or color
Till you spoke
Then, then
I knew the road I would choose
Did not know where the road would go
But I knew where it would end
With you.
You simplified so many things
Removed indecision
Formatted a life plan
Even to this day I’m not always sure
About the curves in the road
But I do know
I’m on the right road.
I love you.
FXC. 8/4/14
10 PM , yes dark
Cloudy, so not many stars
Really slender moon
Tree branches
Arise at the tops of houses
But gloriously
So gloriously
Within the shadows
With all their might
Crickets, tree frogs, owls
Search for mates and food
Maybe 10AM sounds the same
But a different species
FXC. 8/2/14
So it seems I have met you before
Felt your acid comments
Or warm arms around me
Noticed your upturned eye
Or turned up lips
Can you be sweet?
Or are you always going to be judgmental?
Can we be or must I let you fade away?
I want to be with you
Or play at this game
Called life
But first I must know
Who are you
Honestly I measure you
By your serotonin levels
And much affects serotonin levels
Poverty, race, social status, sex, opportunities
But even then
Those most deprived or blessed
Don’t always display serotonin
Commensurate with their state
But for me to bloom
I need you, if
You can share with me
Our serotonin levels
So that we both can flower
And not wither
Again I ask can we just be together
noremacfx 7/19.14
Many, many bikes
Have I owned
Mostly after I
Turned 30
It was a fun and
Practical
Mid-life crisis
As I was able to ride to work
And chase good health
On the week-ends
I sampled Trek, Cannondale
Schwinn, Murray and I am sure
A few more I can’t remember
Finally a bike smith
A man who was old school
About bikes
Treasured the old bikes
But respected the new
Helped me find a bike
Which fit me
Something I had failed to do
For fifty years
I will forever be grateful to him
You see riding a bike
Puts me back on my horse
Restores my mobility
I’m not clumsy
While riding a bike
Nor so slow as while walking
I become a bicyclist
Riding a Cannondale T 800,
noremacfx 7/6/14