Long Dresses

Reading about the 

"Good old days" 

When doors were opened 

For us 

And spring came gently 

With muslin skirts 

And flowery hats. 

Elegant carriages 

(But oh, the horses 

I do feel sorry 

For them) 

( and no antibiotics, 

What then?)

It boggles the imagination. . , 

But does make for a good story 

-Can't wait to see how it 

Ends 

She will undoubtedly hook up 

With the old lover she 

Is pining for 

And all will be sunshine 

Once again -

And I pine for you 

But for different reasons , . .

It is a different time 

I can come and go 

I have freedom 

I have rights 

The court can say 

He needs to 

Stay away -

I - as a woman -

Have every right 

To that !

And long dresses 

Would get old -

Real fast 

The Zen Bird

Wishing I could fly 

Not with feathers 

Not with wings 

But the spirit sort 

     Of bird 

It rises from the ashes of 

The mundane 

Of the everyday 

It soars 

It banks 

And sings 

It leaves behind 

All petty things 

It knows the way 

     To go 

The spirit bird requires 

Some attention 

     Now and then 

All sorts of cages 

Are made for it 

-Attempt to trap it 

     -To distract it 

I will tie 

A string around my 

     Finger 

To remember to remember 

In the midst of it all 

-All the clamoring, crying, sighing 

-All the silliness 

Of life 

The zen bird flies 

     Above it -

Now I need to 

Hitch a ride 

Transcendence

Trying to find an app. 

That is not connected 

A calendar that would be mine only 

Not one that would 

Notify google 

Of all that I do 

Can't find it 

We've gone beyond 

That sort of privacy

We no longer control our 

Own devices 

Someday my toaster will 

Rebel 

Will tell

On me 

My tv will look back at me 

And say 

Something critical 

I just know it will

Oh you look like you've gained 

A little weight dear

Gained a wrinkle and a 

Grey hair -

Where does it stop 

And do I care 

I have a certain resistance 

To it 

Thinking one might need some 

Privacy

But that's gone 

The eye in the sky is

Looking down 

But when I sit down 

It can't tell how deep I get 

It cannot know if I transcend 

- yet 

Just One of Those Days

Just one of those days 

So tired 

And alone -

Relishing being alone . . .

Too tired to deal 

With people and their problems 

And their talking 

And their walking 

And their brains busy spinning 

Love them 

But

Every once in awhile 

It's one of those days 

And the ice cream truck going by 

Is too much! 

Need this space 

Need this time 

To rest and dream 

To get back In touch 

With the presence of -

I guess this means 

I am not a type A personality-

Maybe a type 

R- as in rest 

Or a type M

As in meditate 

- a type H 

As in hermit 

Please don't be the type that 

Walks to the store and buys chocolate. 

Oh dear - ! -

Where's my wallet? 

Home Improvement

So now it begins again 

Begins again 

     In earnest 

     This time. 

Never 

I repeat, 

Never buy 

An old house -or-

A house of 

     Any kind 

Be content 

To rent 

One never owns a house 

The termites do 

They are the ones who 

Really prosper 

Here 

They are content -

And they pay no rent 

They sneak along in the floorboards 

And chew 

What a stunning existence 

     If you're into 

     That sort 

Of thing 

If you really like the taste 

Of wood 

Which they obviously 

Do 

She knows a guy -

Who knows a guy -

Who's really good at 

Ripping the heck 

Out of your house 

But first move everything -

Out -

Of the way -

Thirty years worth of 

Absolute necessities and 

     Treasures -

I need a nap

Just thinking about it -

I will need a vacation  

But 

Oh yes -

The Money will have been spent 

I will

Be camping on piles of 

     Stuff

Stacked in the yard 

Or maybe spend a night 

At the storage facility

What a great business 

Opportunity 

- camp with your stuff 

For a nominal fee -

Have a campfire 

In the old bar-be-que 

Burning books 

One can no longer read 

Because one 

Can't afford 

Glasses 

Anymore 

Foggy Zen

Saturday morning exercise class 

Why do I commit

To these things?

Alright, 

It's at noon 

But still. . .

Today we have overcast 

Which makes it seem 

Like 

Blah- 

There is a wind chill factor 

Which makes it seem colder -

There is also a fog factor

Which makes it seem -

Older 

Motivation seems 

Nonexistent 

-get up and go-

-zip- of any kind 

Hard to find 

Missing in non-action 

A-o-l 

-Without leave 

Absent -

Vacant- 

Zen - without effort 

Old age 

(And fog)

Have done it 

For me 

Dishes. . .

Of all the people
On this earth
There is one
Who thinks
I'm special -
That's special

He may be crazy
May be misinformed
But
I'm not going to
Tell him just
Yet

It will be my special
Secret
One I will hold
Dear

And if he ever does
Come to his senses
And find someone more
- well adjusted

I will treasure
The time we had together
And wish him well
As he begins another journey
With the one
Who has all
Her dishes done
- always