Meanwhile, I Keep Dancing

Day 12: Going Word taken from The Stranger Vol 26, No. 29 “Vive La Presistance!” Going, Going, Gone Remember when your hands were small and grasped at everything? The wide world was an all blossoming potential and left you terrifyinglyexcited, breathless 6 Years old untethered hair and mismatched socks we thought musician, world traveler, film star? How will I know when will I know in the background trills “Que Sera, Sera!” Then time rushed forward eagerly bumped it's head, skinned it's knee We took on burdens we thought we had to bare snapped on bras Tamed our hair “ Going, Going, Gone” Became the new song a frantic background beat as my hands, no longer small stretched and stretched missing expectations I could not meet But I am a musician conductor, dancer artist of my life and I can shape this tune again I'll hold up handfuls...

Day 7: Garage Taken from the poem  Barbecuing , in Swimming with Fish and other Animals, poems by Patrick Dixon We hide things in garages entombed them dirty shrines to days past we stuff these memories in ripped cardboard boxes useful things, once useful stacked in corners cover them with tarps always amazed by what we have collected the sheer quantity counting life in items and inches Dust settles, spiders make homes sometimes if something needs taking care of we root around, find ourselves distracted by broken wagons and deflated balls make promises that this spring we will use it all but we don't In the dark garage of my mind the ghosts have been whispering I go there infreqently unsure of what is molding what needs fixing what needs to be thrown away But it's getting cramped, and spring birds remind me it's time for spring cleaning and garage sal...