Friday, July 29, 2011

Pilgrimage: Week 28: Waiting

for the bus
for our order
for Godot
for the mail
for the light
for a parking space
for recess
for the next stall
for admission
for the next shoe to drop
for the page to turn
and for Summer to reach its peak
and the fall

Friday, July 22, 2011

Pilgrimage #27: To the Source

There is a ship they call the Due Return

built into the high ceilinged room.

Named after another ship, it is made of the shiny

things otherwise left forever in the drawer.


There is a cave there where a teenage girl the ushers say

is a hologram that plays guitar; she sings songs of the water

and the memories of former sailors held captive on this

ship of shiny things. All things return or remain

in bottles for scatter later. Touch the star shaped

knob. Take care not to look directly into the light.

Pilgrimage: #27: Taxicab

another perfect day
Joni Mitchell should be playing
in the background
yellow taxicabs and roller-skates
rubies and parking lots
I dreamed of barbecue last night
but I still woke up hungry
for iced tea
for grilled meat
for you

Friday, July 15, 2011

Pilgrimage: Week 26:

fog has rolled in
Summer is cold as Fall
gray mist hovers
driving us into the café
where coffee computers
and steam are all we have
to warm us

Cat Friday

Willie by vajra
Willie, a photo by vajra on Flickr.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Pilgrimage # 25: Holding


Even headless the meditative
hands hold one sturdy shoot

thin and patient spine seeking
sun on the deck of our hostess

where the view is this palpable
morning tea and a fresh pen

Friday, July 8, 2011

Pilgrimage: 25: Blanket

some sameness comforts
down duvets or coffee mugs
internet cafés
your hand holding mine

Friday, July 1, 2011

Pilgrimage: day 24: Dark Wonder

these dark red almost purple
peonies
astonishing in their glamour
in casual array
a sidewalk profusion
a glorious confusion
a flower

Pilgrimage # 24: Art

In your city heaven is available
in cupcakes, three bite-size to a single
taste flight. Lost butterfly kites
where beach is soaked with sky.

Then simply walking through the door
of a sidewalk bakery selling only cakes.
Museum of pink - fresh frosting as
air brushed art.