Mornings at Anderson Road
the light comes in
of the tree outside, branches
Whisper at the window
The cat creeps past
On the ledge, paws on the books
“How to look after my cat in thirty days flat”
hissing at the dog who has
come from around her side of the bed to greet me.
Her wags were gentle and speed up welcoming my response.
I reach out to pat her, say "good morning"
Her tail is now wagging fast;
she knocks my glass of water into smithereens.
The phone rings,
my husband puts on his best awake voice and says
“Good morning, how are you? "So, politely,
It’s early, not yet 7:00.
Mornings at Anderson Road
In Ulrich’s annex –
A koha screeches
Drowns out the music playing;
Om’ 108 times for meditation
Followed by Chopin and Bach piano concertos
Mornings at Anderson mean lots of people and
breakfast with extended family.
I looked at my notes of things to do:
and want to rummage through
The cd’s to make a killer playlist.
Charlie Parker, Herbie Hancock, Miles Davis, Bill Evans
And so much more.
Mornings at Anderson Road
we contemplate Blueberry pancakes out of BISQUICK
Not healthy, not for me, but I am happy to make them.
Fry some bacon to go with it.
Maple syrup from Canada completes the plate.
Sophia, my 18 year old wolfs it down,
syrup trickling from the side of her mouth
The rest of us eat eggs, drink homemade juices and
contemplate our existence
The incomparable lightness of being.
What matters? The Sun, the moon and the stars. Love. The best kind. Unconditional, gentle, considerate and deep. Sex. Erotic, sensual, in unison. Babies in all their innocence. Family: the ties that bind us. Creating, creating original works that the world has yet to witness. Meditation matters. Meditation is what will see us through. Exercise, yoga, specifically. Integrity matters. Integrity in action is authentic. Focus concentration and discipline will work. Find your light, shine with loving kindness, be mindful, be happy, may all beings be happy. People matter. Saying sorry matters, hard work matters. What matters is that we write. What matters? Matter, matters. Without matter, we won’t matter. No matter.
Jealousy, fear and insecurity
Manifest at the most unlikely time-
As I am about to step into my bath,
Smell a perfume
That I know does not belong to me
So – I smoke a cigarette
Enjoy the deep satisfaction
When my husband comes home
The smell of smoke still lingers
‘Honey, have you been smoking?’
‘I don’t smoke.’ I reply, quietly.
Unplug the bath,
watch the water drain...
After all, one lie deserves another.
Deep in my heart, a wedge does lie
I'm willing to throw a dart to hit it clean and fair
Instead, I breathe, breathe deeply and sigh
The cause of the wedge? is mine. Let's try!
Was it the afternoon I drove back from Galle?
Hail! Thunder and Lightning was quite a scare
A voice on the radio warning us to go with care.
The highway is dangerous to drive anywhere.
Wait! Is the wedge, my children? My poor mother, too
My husband, my in-laws? 'How do you do?'
A lost love, another life, what could have been?
It's bittersweet now, all that I have seen…
The wedge comes and goes.
Tears pour down my face,
I am thankful for god's grace.
To analyze the pain,
sitting in the car in the rain
One goes back in time,
breathes, the mind arace
To gratitude: of course, I'm grateful!
The wedge is lodged, embedded deep.
I long for the comfort of sleep
Not yet, not there. The exit is quite far.
Don't fall asleep.
Keep breathing the wedge out,
At last, the exit, I take the turn,
drive to the booth to stop.
Pay my toll, and on my way,
keep breathing the hardness away
SUddenly, I am aware that this feeling of a wedge
has disappeared, is not there?
was it the stress of the drive?
Maybe. Could be, should be, yes!
Driving is difficult
When one can barely see,
The car in front, the road, a tree.
The rain is ceasing, .breathing is easy
At last: Home. the dog runs to greet me.
Unpack my bag get on the mat.
Do a few yoga poses, here comes the cat!
5 kittens to feed, all are shivering.
My body feels better, no more dithering
I draw a bath then into bed,
take meds, then cover.
Dream of mayhem and accidents
oh what a shower!
I wake up to a new day.
Stretch and yawn.
The wedge has gone,
the sun shines bright.
Oh, how I love, love, love the light.
Bicycling down the road
I see a man whistling
"The time," he says:
“pointing to his broken watch”
‘Only a moment’ I say
Deliver a child
Die a horrible death
A bomb goes off
Lose thousands of dollars
(at a casino)
Bake a cake
Run a marathon
Walk a mile
Take a picture
Develop a picture
Make coq au vin
Pull a trigger
Drape a saree
Post a letter
A few moments, really.
Moments that make up a lifetime
Go deep, deeper
As deep as you’ve ever imagined.
The rawness from you bursting forth
a ripe open mangosteen
purple juice staining your lips,
darkening your tongue
Truth lies there.
Lies too, but lies dose
not stay for long.
Truth has the wherewithal
to come out and play
Sometimes it’s so painful
you can’ t go on.
It’s Bach at its finest-
quick, brilliant, uninterrupted
The piano playing like it’s in love
And after a long time
the pain is excellent
At least you think it is
You’re in love and may have lost him
Why am I howling into the wind?
It carries me Over the sea
and dumps me at Dead Man’s Cove.
Under the tamarind trees
where I meet a man in a speedo
And Bathing cap. I am guessing he hardly has any hair
I don’t care
I keep swimming out there.
In the bluest sea, I have ever seen
I look down at the clear water
and see The sand
This is where I find my ring. Unbelievable. My wedding ring.
We thought the monkeys had taken off with the loot and vanished far way.
We celebrate say our vows rooted to the spot. Walk soaking wet,
as husband and wife
to the beach
Sit on the deck chairs
and drink gin and tonics.
While I breathe, I hope..
breath is life life is hope
hope in life makes breathing easy.
While I breathe i am alive
hope is all we have when
the bombs fall
they say we have a set
no. of breaths in our life
i may be coming to the end
hope is stifled by power
and capitalism gone amok
to meditate is to breathe
to breathe, is all we got.
i pray to my god that
those extinguished breaths
die with hope.
i fear not.
breathe breathe breathe.
thank god for a life
filled with hope.
"and loving kindness"