During the past months I have tossed out and shredded journals. I have gone through a major transformation and I hardly recognize my older even literary self. Today as I shredded another notebook, I found these two word sketches. I kept the poems and shredded everything else. I wrote the poems during the summer and fall of 1997.
Big and beautiful, she’s glowing pregnant with possibilities
As she smiles upon us.
Shedding light so that we won’t stumble upon the dark path.
She’s expecting; she’s waiting for us to flow out of our birth
and to embrace time, ephemeral, speechless.
Queen Anne (Seattle)
Smell the flower, listen to the birds; sing in a neighborhood
that doesn’t admire authenticity.
Men drive around the block in 4X4s donning the latest fashion,
women popping babies, glorifying the American dream, barking dogs,
picket fences and yards upon yards, I smell another rose.
Baby land, baby land, flaunt thy wealth
Baby land, baby land, here’s to your health.
Rocket ships hanging in balance, funky postcards,
colorful, artsy coop, fun to shop at…
From a notebook in 1997.