craving lemon squares and fireball candies

I

there’s an offer on the house 

a fortnight ago given 

the second thought to have fell

through the ways of banks 

saying yes…but wait…

a wait-weight negated now 

I am asked to wait a few more days

while papers are sorted,

hope kept close lest it fade

II

it’s always come easy, the stillness 

of body and a gaze attentive 

learned I to live on others’ time 

even acknowledging with words 

understanding easy off the lips

It’s the mind, my mind, unseen

behind the wizard’s curtain 

where organized clutter thrums in baskets 

loosely woven, the cacophony discordant 

craves lemon squares and fireball candies 

cracks and protrusions

I

the pressure to perform

in perpetual motion 

be a shark be a lion, ROAR

along those lines allowed 

I learned this was the Way;

naught for trying as a babe

in the woods I have teetered 

concrete or bramble both paths trudged

but the shiny always beckoned 

in the peripheral flittering 

‘come sit, come sit and calm’

it cooed, ‘look to your own self’

II

the walkabout unsteady on

pavement leaning, gray-grey 

are the cracks and protrusions 

reaching for walls and sign posts

stopping for cars, head on a swivel 

Hope keeps dangling thing 1 thing 2

as she always has as she always will

will, willingly would won’t, all the Ws

will I make it to you before you go?

and will you know me?

as I look around

 I

on the stone etched I chose 

ivy one side flowers the other 

II

it was always spring 

when things occurred 

births deaths shattering

shipping ash for internment 

III

in winter I was born, Caprica

the youngest yet always the oldest 

accidental rhyme

I

ain’t no right way ain’t no wrong

just the “common” and something other 

II

along the wall where flowers cling 

straddling the line of rule between 

one foot in the white space each side 

toes exploring water warm riverside 

a heart little, cracked, still, thrumming low

headspace spatially in the ether flow 

once a warrior, now she knows the calm

oh ‘Verse, you are a fickle thing…

once, words were life blood warring 

to spill forth from crevices exposing 

raw bones of grieving 

of blood on my lips

a scarring 

from decisioning too young

my only what-if

yestermorrow, a let-me was uttered 

reminiscent of a youth spent

yearning flailing

mourning of a thing palpable…

reigned in, I looked-about 

at the Sweetness

of little paws dreaming;

thinks nestled to a thrumming 

gratuitously, I’ve been given 

and words like life

can unfold the only way they will

 

without notice

vines contorted

through fences rusted

the odd flower blooms 

she sees what others pass

without notice, roots shallow 

in soil under stones