Earth and Sky at Seven

Lying on my back at the age of seven
while an airplane knits holes in the sky
wondering how far up is and if ladybugs could go that high
the droning sound of that airplane floats me into a trance
and I can feel the earth beneath me as if the planet could dance
just then the earth pauses and some clouds bump together as it does
now tinged red at their puffed edges before moving on again they pause
I ponder if in their passage they ever ask the mountains to move
instead of always making them stop or go around… it seems a little rude
then lunch time starts calling me in
sounding a lot like my mom
with another daytime half over
not a blessed thing in my world is wrong

First Haircut

The moment his mom sat him
in the chair at the beauty shop,
he knew in his very small heart
he’d be losing his favorite locks.
The ones he’d been working on growing
from when he was smaller still,
than today, the day when they sat him,
and he felt just a little ill.
Not the sick you feel when you’ve eaten
too much ice cream and berry pie.
Not even the sick you experience
on a twisty turning car ride.
No, this was more like foreboding,
if he knew what foreboding meant.
It was the fear that his mirror at home
would never be the same again.
So for now best to think up a strategy,
again, if he knew what one was,
to make all scissors go away
and in their place put a brush.
Don’t cut his hair for a while now.
He’ll need some time to recover
from this time he was sentenced to the chair
and experienced such a trauma.
He’ll grow his hair for some time
and come up with a weird design
fitting for a teen age.
You might then wear the face
he’s sported this day
when his favorite locks went away. ©

My First Big Laugh

I love to make people laugh. That’s something that strikes me as being a little strange when I consider my personality. I really think of myself as a bit of an introvert, although that might surprise some people who know me. However, there are a handful of times that I remember especially well when I consider getting big laughs. Of those times, the first ranks near the top.

I was around six I think, and the whole family, including my parents, two brothers, and my sister were eating dinner together. Mom was a pretty good cook, and took pride in putting out a well balanced meal. This particular evening one of the vegetables on the table was squash. I had never seen it before, but since I already had experience with vegetables I didn’t like, I figured anything new only deserved suspicion until proven innocent. Seeing that I had been given something plantlike to eat, I proceeded to give it the evil eye. Looking up from my plate, I looked at my mom and asked, “What is this?” She said, “That’s squash.” In response, I exclaimed, “Squashed something!” It brought the house down, the house at that time being my family. I’m sure it struck me at the time that turning words and their meaning around in surprising and fun ways can make people laugh, almost in spite of themselves. Ever since that first taste of success, I’ve been looking for ways to make it happen again. I don’t know who is having more fun, myself or the people laughing.

Janet’s Baby Song

I published this song previously along with a couple others as part of a musical called Bring on the Birth.

Something
Is stirring within me
Someone
A life, beginning in me
Expanding our family of two
A child, growing in me
Could it be son?
Or maybe a daughter
Either sex will do

A child means a future
Full of hope and some dreams
A child means our family
Instead of two is now three
And though his big tomorrow
Is somehow just out of our view
With his hand in mine
He’s got a whole world to choose

I can feel my baby growing
He dances and kicks and more
I wonder what he will be like
What does he have in store?
For the world in awe which greets him
Amazed at his perfect small hands
Welcomes a wondrous baby
And gently by one expands

A child means a future
Full of hope and some dreams
A child means our family
Instead of two is now three
And though his big tomorrow
Is somehow just out of our view
With his hand in mine
He’s got a whole world to choose

I trust my body to bring our child
Into the world we share
The legacy of my sisters
Gives it the wisdom of the ages
And when I see my newborn baby
And hear him cry to the world
My labor will be written
On one of those many pages

A child means a future
Full of hope and some dreams
A child means our family
Instead of two is now three
And though his big tomorrow
Is somehow just out of our view
With his hand in mine
He’s got a whole world to choose

Mud Puddles

from the time I was younger than three

I sought them out with glee

the watery dirty depths

of a mud puddle step

did so much to satisfy me

 

and later, ‘round the time of eight

I’d stop somewhere short of the grate

ahead of my siblings

with their gleaming white shoe strings

and plunge feet first to my fate

 

then somewhere late in my teens

much too serious for childish things

I carefully walked around

and with regret missed the sound

that splashing mud and water brings

 

now some years have passed

and I’ve earned at last

the right to jump again as I’m able

in imagined giants’ ladles

of water and mud broadcast