To the tune
To the tune
Fill your eyes with the budding
Potential of life as it bounds
To the surface, bursting forth,
A force to be reckoned, with a sigh
Fill your heart with the tenderest
New things, which will bloom
In your soul
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: fill
It was never about the money, or the endless calculations, or the disappointment she learned to expect and accept. The odds were against her. She knew that. Everyone said so. Many laughed.
And yet …
She could scarce believe it when she saw the numbers and date and words line up, when she knew that for once — in the way that mattered most — she was the winner.
She rubbed her eyes. Checked everything again.
She called to double check. Her heart thrumming in her chest.
She wrote down every detail: The place. The time. The plan. The day when her life would forever change.
Or had it changed already?
That night she tossed and turned and even though she finally fell asleep, she woke before dawn with her heart aflutter, and gazed into the ceiling till the morning brought with it the first few rays of sun.
A day reborn. Herself, perhaps, as well.
Nights will never be the same, she thought. Nor mornings.
Nor any other time in any other hour. Winter or summer. Light or dark.
She counted down the days, excited beyond words and somewhat frightened — should she tell? Who to? How much to share? How much to keep to herself?
Eventually she’ll have to. …
Oh, there will be a celebration! She could list in her mind the friends who’d rejoice with her. She could also note the dread of recognizing those whose green-eyed-monsters might awaken. Will she lose friendships over this? Will jealousy taint what she’d never quite dared to believe would be awarded her?
“I won the lottery,” she whispered to herself, holding the bit of paper between shaking fingers. “They’ve checked it out and they’ve agreed. It’s approved. Two more weeks … I won’t believe it till I’m there. Till after. Till I’m back home with a new life in my hands.”
She pulled out the photo. Drank it in. The ebony chubby cheeks. The dimple in the elbow. The eyes. These eyes …
“I’m coming, Bomani …” She kissed the picture that the orphanage included with the adoption papers. “Mama’s coming for you, my little son-to-be.”
Last year’s snow
To melted cold,
So blooming trees
To Winter’s old.
Note: This is the original unedited color photo, and represents the actual light and hues on the day the photo was taken.
She had come to make a new life.
She found illness. She found death.
And life, perhaps, hiding in the shadows
Of her convalescing sorrow,
To take hold.
She had come in search of meaning.
She found a babble of confusion.
Rising skyward. Buried underground.
She found hope, too. For things she didn’t know
Even had names
But sprouted meaning
In the corners of what she believed
But had in fact been opened
To allow in the winds of change.
She came seeking answers,
And found the cost
Paid for little more than added questions,
And that she had to look
At what wasn’t there,
What she did not even know
She had been searching for.
Photo: The old Smallpox Hospital on Roosevelt Island (a narrow island set in the East River between Queens and Manhattan).
Old it stretched
O’er neat furrows made,
Watching new rows reborn
And the greens
Growing tall, rising now
Making lush, anyhow.
For the dVerse Poets Challenge: Shed
“How does it look?” she twirled,
And I knew she was asking about
A lot more
Than the dress.
“It looks really great,” I answered,
And she knew
It was about
A lot more than
Or how the fabric hugged
“Then I’ll take it,” she said.
And we smiled because
We both knew
It meant she will take him, as well.
Down the mountain
As fields await wheat
Down the mountain
To a new life.
The green lung of the City
In verdure cape
Living room and backyard
It knows just
What to do:
Communal Central Park
May you live life lushly.
May new life, both the organized and the wonderfully wild,
Find purchase in your soul
This photo of contrasting verdurous fields is by my wonderfully talented childhood friend and artist Orly Fuchs Galchen. (We’ve known each other since 6th Grade!)
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