Nino’s Antiques

home: car cleaning bribe
 so i can get my work done
 and they earn their game
 
 insurance battle
 because i won’t be bullied
 by corporations
 
 i wash out bottles
 and my new/old egg beater
 from Nino’s Antiques
 
 (the shop in Gorham
 i went to as a child
 with just two pennies
 
 and Nino emerged
 with his wax-curled mustache
 and sold me his goods
 
 and this egg beater
 will remind me: he’s still there
 in my timeless town
 
 his mustache now gray
 asking my girls about school
 his PBS on
 
 selling his antiques
 for much too little money
 and chatting with kids
 
 he’s no CEO
 no insurance scam artist
 my hometown hero)
 
 

Day Twenty-Two, Road Trip 2015

two days, three Great Lakes
 city view transfers to beach
 (they’re tired of pics)
 
 look how amazing!
 i shout to their grumbling
 freshwater ocean!
 
 reluctance wavers
 as they find rocks and small waves
 accept magnitude
 
 (this after lunch fight
 refusing peanut butter
 drive-thru battle won)
 
 Illinois takes us
 twelve hours past the border
 at Wendy’s, give in
 
 they live for water
 cause it’s all about the pool
 on the long ride home
 

Day Twenty-One, Road Trip 2015

all ages love boats,
 skyline tower views, no waves,
 island tree climbing
 
 parks make cities nice
 waterfront, shady, crowd free
 not these skyscrapers
 
 multicolored ride
 subway, tunnel underground
 (to hide from winter)
 
 what about fresh air?
 facing the snowy cold day?
 not in Toronto
 
 for now, sun shines through
 we see commerce’s belly
 windows heaven down
 
 it’s hard to picture
 winter’s isolating freeze
 (even fruit hides here)
 
 that’s what it’s like now
 just before our trek back home
 (last time i’ll see her)
 
 in tunnels, hiding
 just like friendships wax and wane
 waiting to come back
 
 

Day Nineteen, Road Trip 2015

chilled out lake beach day
 Denver’s blue skies followed us
 a day to ourselves 
 
 camp cookouts, sailboats 
 gentle hum of mini waves
 not a soul in sight 
 
 only one thing gone:
 his arms, his love around us
 (at home he awaits)
 
 peace comes in sparkles
 small sun rays dipped in forests
 shining through the dark 
 

 

Day Eighteen, Road Trip 2015

sunrise silent view
 collecting glacial water
 from my hometown lake
 
 impossible sights
 832 steps
 made by miracles
 
 spring water fill up
 waterfall wonderment walk
 distant valley view
 
 lunch at the vineyard
 blue as sky midday lake taste
 (feast as delicious)
 
 swim in clear waters
 girls fearless of bottom plants
 wet fun in cool lake
 
 grade school best friends meet
 each of us toting three kids
 (could have been our life)
 
 but i’ll take this view:
 journeys home–here, everywhere
 all have a sunrise
 
 

Day Seventeen, Road Trip 2015

met in a drugstore
 seventy years of marriage
 through three kids, three wars
 
 still earth’s travelers
 color-coded pins mark map
 slept, lived, camped, drove, flew
 
 she swims every day
 he mows the yard and pulls weeds
 they tease each other
 
 best of all? they grin
 take tragedy, joy in turns
 till death do them part
 
 (this is why i drive
 take my kids along the road
 live long by travel)
 
 

Day Sixteen, Road Trip 2015

small town tire delay
 gives us reason for lobster
 (just a short Maine walk)
 
 two missed turns later
 we find winding New Hampshire
 ready for ice cream
 
 fixed reservation
 at a camp we’ve never seen
 top out my Monday
 
 late night text shocker:
 best sleeping bag left in Maine
 (adventure goes on)
 
 we find our way back
 on lobster walks, ice cream runs
 till we feel at home
 
 that’s how the road plays:
 missed turns, rushed escape attempts
 journeys everywhere
 
 

Day Fifteen, Road Trip 2015

focus on beach time
 not the lost stakes, the thunder,
 the flat tire hell
 
 not the life critique,
 lack of lobster, the car bed
 (just the grinning sand)
 
 

Day Twelve, Road Trip 2015

clay covered bodies
 splash across a Vermont beach
 wreaking love-havoc
 
 one idea spun
 across Colorado wheels
 makes their dreams come true
 
 the road’s life. managed.
 choices and back seat spaces
 (why we bought this car)
 
 “we’re not so different.
 i can tell you live for them”
 (so worth the long drive)
 
 a morning Maine call
 beach memories yet to make
 vibrant happiness
 
 this is my road trip:
 let the journey be better
 than its destiny
 
 

Day Eleven, Road Trip 2015

the truth spills from mouth
 already opened by beer
 on a Vermont night
 
 they’ve always wondered
 and now they know: love is love
 in these small moments
 
 scattered across states
 childhood relived, by heart
 found in their voices
 
 this is my road trip:
 empty chairs, two thousand miles
 joy in every game
 
 but life’s a gamble–
 Disney or Vermont? choice? please?
 i’ll take the shortcut
 
 driving worldwide
 to find a cloudless blue sky
 to guide my way home