Double Vision

the clinging pain of a head cold
carries me to my new optometrist
(my colleague’s twin: spiky hair,
flamboyant twerks, bow tie over stripes)

he misses my eye flaw
and rushes through the exam
till i catch his mistake
with my lack of double vision

off to parental/political-talk visit
and doldrum Saturday errands:
two-store grocery shopping
to pad our pockets with savings

home to walk under spring-sun skies
before slew of sleepover requests
inundate our three-day,
never-a-break weekend

i work out with Jillian
’cause she’s made me “big promises,”
pushing my runny nose and sore throat
under my double-vision life

the life that is filled with
everything i always wanted
and emptied with all i must give up
to have it

Plea Bargain

quit or try harder?
 plague of my life sits waiting
 under setting sun
 
 my daughters beg me
 for a morning to see them
 (no more predawn work)
 
 i try exercise
 to beg love for the body
 that i lost for them
 
 i give up dairy
 and drinking; saying bad things;
 but it’s not enough
 
 time swallowed by plans
 i will never quite finish
 (and ungraded work)
 
 i beg clarity
 from my second (lost) language,
 for tongue-trapped escape
 
 but it’s not enough
 to find that pivotal time
 lost in the shuffle
 
 i beg forgiveness
 from the self i promised me
 twenty years ago
 
 i hope i find it
 hidden in filtered sun rays
 that trickle through time
 
 

Throwback Thursday

i want this time back:
 three still-young girls, a castle
 (Portuguese heaven)
 

Snow Holiday

these holiday gifts
in the form of flakes falling
make winter perfect

snow: what’s not to love?
silent city renewal–
few cars venture out

walking on a cloud
block after frosting-white block
to share tea, croissant

a break to catch up
on work, good books, coloring;
everything we need

and yes, a snowgirl
to add to our female fam
carrot nose and all

these “holiday” joys
gifts from some heavenly realm
make life worthwhile

No Theft Today

January thaw
 before the snowstorm sets in
 brings preteen joy back
 
 she rides her scooter,
 climbs a few trees, swings youth back
 (perfect afternoon)
 
 

Freeze Talk

i want this captured
 to remember this evening
 (dark, icy outside)
 
 not the budget talk,
 the back talk, the endless talk
 sucking life from days
 
 this. this song, this spin,
 this moment of childhood.
 ice the sweet playground
 
 no darkness. no cold.
 warmth found in sisters’ giggles
 that silence all talk.
 

January Flurries

scheduling request
 based on lawsuits they have lost
 adds work to my plate
 
 there’s no equity
 for teachers, kids, or parents
 trying to get by
 
 so i’ll wake early
 make gradebooks for fake classes
 and do twice the work
 
 i just want to know:
 who has time to litigate
 with kids in their life?
 
 questions unanswered
 to close a winter Monday
 just sprinkled with sun
 
 
 
 

Stolen

thievery on kids
 with granted Christmas wishes:
 a new kind of low
 
 scooter happiness
 snatched from public library
 while books stole our hearts
 
 between this and puke
 and sis stuck in Kentucky
 (in snow of all things)
 
 this week weighs heavy
 for this mom, sister, teacher
 (no end to winter)
 
 but the sun was high
 and we’re rich with two jobs now
 (solved our scooter blues)
 
 and we have love here
 stolen from youth to old age
 given to these girls
 
 

MLK Thaw

walk for forgiveness
 for the fight for lost causes
 (that we still fight for)
 
 by some miracle
 this day is always balmy
 as we make our way
 
 scooters–a new trick
 to have me chase after them
 instead of dragged feet
 
 the mix of colors
 between sky, humanity
 carries this bright wave
 
 we walk for peace, love
 so we’ll always remember
 what not to forget
 
 we walk ’cause we can
 because peace comes in small steps
 found in winter warmth
 
 

Black and White and Blue

winter-lit moments
 after seventeen hours
 are worth the world
 
 


clean house, soft kitty
 best: sun in January
 will soothe me to sleep