Monthly Archives: November 2014
Mother Nature
Nostalgia
Sifting through nostalgia
Dreading the absence of something that has yet to be absent
how odd…
At dusk, some of the locals light a fire… I’m not sure why but some say it’s to ward off the mosquitos.
But the smell, something about the smell that the fire brings at dusk
mixed with the delicate ingredients that make up the sweet fragrance of Indonesia
speaks to every trace of my being
And even though I am still here…
I lay here listening to the thunder roll, gazing at lightning’s fury thrash about the sky and watching the rain as it murders the fires, forcing them to reignite in their wildest dreams…
I trace my steps back to Indonesia
where the fires breathe their idea of love back inside
the spirit-soaked, dusk sky of Indonesia
Something better than this
Sometimes the rain falls and nourishes the earth
She feeds life into us
Sometimes it feels like it rains inside of myself… and tears fall from my eyes
Sometimes I imagine my tears are the rain… and that my tears nourish me like the rain nourishes the earth.
But my tears aren’t rain and they just deplete me
Emptying me from the inside out.
Sometimes I wonder if the tears are emptying me to make room for something new
I don’t know if that’s true, but if it is, I hope that the something new is something better
This is not a rose
Oxford University Press event
The birds do
I wanna do freedom like the birds do
Envious of their movement through time and space
Gazing out of the window
Witness to their adventures
What if I could fly?
I would fly backwards in time to watch my dog sleeping at the foot of my bed
I would fly forward, up and into my son’s room where I am rocking him to sleep
I would take flight, straight into my mother’s kitchen and chat her up about everything while she cooks dinner
If I were a bird, I would do freedom like the birds do
Up and down
Over and under
Expressing my love for the air with my flight in the heart of her
Taunting the wind as I fly, twisting and turning so easily around her
And I watch
In awe
Of the freedom that has been bestowed upon them
Just as the birds do
I desire that freedom, too
