I can’t really say I loved him. Love does not come easy for me. He was my first kiss, a little bit of making out, kind words from his thin lips.
I went on to guard the pool, to save a life, my tanned olive skin a beacon for men. Then one day a man walked through the gate and I watched his choppy strokes across the water and married him.
We vowed to love art. To make art out of our lives. We traveled both locally and abroad but that huge painting on the Getty wall stays with me— Christ’s Entry into Brussels in 1889 by James Ensor.
When will He come?
NaPoWriMo Day 21 prompt— a person forgotten, a job taken, a memorable piece of art, an unanswerable question
Where downs meet sea—
I travel north—
west to the River Nidd
where old Mr Wainwright
showed me the plaque
of William Makepeace Thackeray
who was burned at the stake
dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word chalk.
Só it is settled. I have no interest in going to Australia. Perhaps because it is called The Land Down Under, so just as I have no interest in dying, I have no interest in traveling to Australia. This creates a problem for my plan of visiting every country that is an island. Time to change my plans.
NaPoWriMo Day 15 prompt to write what you have no interest in.
Oh to be able to taste again
sweet tapas of Malaga
restaurants flung wide open
olives served which we never ordered
but still had to pay for
dVerse prompt on food. One too many servings of covid right now.
God or weather had made the way
for what could have been brown with silt
but not on this day—
clear was the Little Colorado River
as it careened past quick sand
and sacred places
into the confluence
dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word careen, Learn more about this sacred place
Houses for sale in the Algarve
follow the cobblestone to the yellow one
imagine myself speaking Portuguese
eu escrevo em poesia
nadar no Mediterrâneo
dVerse prompt concerning an imagined house — I’ll take one in the Algarve of Portugal. Translation:
I write in poetry/ swim in the Mediterranean/grow vegetables
Standing on Navajo Bridge
I see two condors
on the cliff face they look small
great wings tucked and resting
Colorado River moves below
takes rafters through the Grand Canyon
hoping to see a condor
maybe a peregrine falcon
Our guide tells of the time
high on the rock ledge
temperatures so hot
fledglings died in their nest
Still I want to see a condor take flight
I want to watch it soar
Nesting condors have been observed at Zion National Park and I am hoping that global warming doesn’t push them out of their nests too early.
Dakotas spoke it as mni wak’an
wak’an (pure source or sacred)
there was no concept of devil
til white man saw it as bad spirit
water that was undrinkable
created mirages like spirits
over the waters
marked it on the map
Traveling in North Dakota, I camped at this lake.
I was snowed in for days
kept the fire going in the woodstove
plenty of food in the pantry
wind picked up the drifts
moved them to fencing
all the while I fed logs
into the crackling fire
waiting for the thaw
dVerse prompt to write a narrative. I am traveling in North Dakota and imagining what it would be like here in winter.
I am traveling through the Ozarks as I have a number of times, same highway, same destination. This time is different. The dogwood trees are in bloom, their flowers making thickets of white in a low canopy among tall oaks.
Where I am, surrounded by Ozark Mountains, the sun is setting and now the quiet water of the Lake of the Ozarks reflects the moon.
Spring in the mountains
flowers of many colors
open up to me
dVerse prompt for a haibun in a state of now