Near the end of the year, 2016 as partial response to the
poetry prompt from Poets & Writers, 11/17/16 edited 1/1/17
Sports: Cubs win,
Olympics in Rio are a bust.
Politics: Bernie’s
tufts of white hair, Hillary’s white pantsuits, Trump’s “Make America White
Again”.
Home: New carpet is a
mottled cloud, Gray (the cat) helps us play quiet, neighbors come and go, wave
their hands, avoid making eye contact while dead palm tree fronds clutter the
pool.
Work: Like a kid struggling to ride a
bicycle, I fall off TENWEST, pick myself up with TEDx, bump into BuildUp^; and
coast through do happy today.
Writing: Mostly stuck in 2nd gear and shifting
slowly into third. Poetry is my harbor;
fiction is my reading compass; non-fiction is my bread and butter. Blogs are bittersweet.
Travel: Too brief a
time in Maui where the water is warm, the sand pillows around my toes and wind
blows flower petals across my eyes. I learn hula and let go of my hips, eat
homemade granola for breakfast, and am delightfully dampened by mist at a luau. My husband and son learn to play together
again. We go to California to say goodbye to Auntie and play in Harry Potter
World at Universal Studios. In between
we travel to Phoenix and watch Diamondbacks play ball.
