"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Neighbor Boys

"I'll spray him with the hose
and you watch
he'll be meaner than ever!"
I hear the neighbor boys plot

"He'll hiss and run away
like a dumb dumb --
I'll spray and you watch
how fast that mean old cat
will waddle!"

They don't know
that the "dumb dumb"
sensed there was mischief afoot
and now sits sweet and happy
purring beneath the safety
of my office chair

How often have neighbor boys
mistaken fear for meanness?

As often as we adults I suspect

Turning our hoses on full blast
and feeling arrogantly vindicated
when our preemptive strike
is met with howl and hiss

It is a wonder the whole world
is not soaked to the bone

11:11

I used to hoard wishes
like a starving child hoards crumbs 
cast off as detritus by others
but precious nourishment to her
No one I knew put much stock
into pennies tossed in fountains
but I would wait and watch
the copper sink to the bottom
planted like a lotus seed 
beneath the gurgling waters
I was the only adult in the neighborhood
who harvested dandelions 
and blew with reckless abandon
(the casualty of an imperfect lawn
well worth the wind-scattered wishes)
A full-grown woman
who counted fallen eyelashes
as a precious treasure
and clocks blinking 11:11
as heralds of a Magic Time
birthday candles were serious business
not just some yearly photo-op
made more difficult as years increased
and lung capacity declined
Partygoers would teasingly ask
"What did you wish?"
I would smile and coyly respond
"If I tell it won't come true!"
Thinking it was a joke, they would laugh
not knowing I held a desperate hope in my heart
And in all of those years
I never dared speak the secret
that I am finally free to proclaim:
Every weed and smoldering candle
every eyelash and sunken penny
represented just One Wish
that came true 
the moment I met You