Quilt

My grandmother made me a quilt before I was born.

Blues and greens greeted me into this world,

Helped me learned how to crawl, my first word, how to walk.

A labor of love, created for the idea of a human,

I wasn’t real and tangible when she started sewing, but still, she sewed.

At the moment I don’t think she knew how much that quilt would mean to me.

Hold it to my cheek and the worries leave my body,

The cool fabric lowers my body temperature and suddenly I’m a baby again,

Filled with so much love, untouched by the sullied hands of this world.

An ocean of protection, keeping me safe at night.

I love that quilt, and it loves me too.

 

Erasure before Congress

Here in Washington, DC

We deal with such things

And we speak

And we speak

Clear and loud

Speak from the heart

Speak to be heard

Speak, Speak, Speak…

(Erasure poem-Fred Roger’s testifying before  Congress, 1969 – @Mejia2019)

Letter to the 20 Year Old Me

Hey, Dude.

I know its tough when someone dies. You’ve done that before but that was old people you knew would die. Different when it’s somebody your own age, really different when it was one of your best friends.

I know it was tough not being there. But truth be told, you learned a lot from handling this one on your own. Twenty, living alone in a small town, far away from family, friends. Your knack for solitude and introspection served you well when Johnny died.

It may not seem like it, but you’ll get passed it. And no, you won’t forget him or the times you had together.  I’d also lie to tell you he’ll be the last but he won’t. Fortunately most of your friends stick around for a long time.

Oh you’ll lose your share, but it is who you expect; grandpa, the pseudo grandpas and grandmas.  Not a lot of them totally unexpected.

Until you’re twenty-eight, and dad dies.  That’s the one that takes its toll. But the good news is, he left you with enough of a legacy that you’ll take it, run with it. You’ll be o.k.

Oh yeah, he also leaves you with some secrets to unravel and in time, you will. Not that it won’t cause some big ol’ headaches along the way.  You will discover some stuff about dad, and his family that may seem less than ideal. Don’t be deceived by first impressions. Or at least, don’t let them take control of the narrative.

In the end you’ll find it more amusing than tragic. At least I think you will. That one is still a work in progress, so I’ll have t9o get back to you.

Death will come easier for you than most, and that will make some folks uncomfortable. But you end up being the ‘go to’ guy for a lot of friends in crisis – and not just when one of the group dies.  Take it as a compliment, because it turns out (much to your surprise) that people trust you.

Strange as this may seem, you’ll find comfort in being ‘the man’.

There is so much more to tell you, but you’re not even of legal age yet.  But you will be soon, and the stuff you’re going through now will all make sense in a big way – but not for a while.

being an only child, you have become a master at figuring things out on your own, connecting the dots in a way a lot of others can’t.  Its part of that trust thing I mentioned earlier.

It doesn’t make sense now, but trust me – it will. And it will be so worth it.

For now, keep living your life the way you have been. Take in the moments, bring the memories with you. Use them, don’t abuse them.

It’s gonna be o.k.

Later dude.

Me, at 60

Hour 12 – Nonsense

Nonsense

The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter,
and this he handed over to the other,
saying, in a solemn tone, “For the
Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to play
croquet.” The
Frog-Footman repeated, in the same
solemn tone, “From the Queen. An
invitation for
the Duchess to play croquet.” Then they both bowed low
and their curls
got entangled together.

When Alice next peeped out, the Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was
sitting on the ground near the door, staring stupidly up
into the sky.
Alice went timidly up to the door and knocked.

“There’s no sort of use in knocking,” said the Footman, “and that for
two reasons. First, because I’m on the same side of the door as you are;
secondly, because they’re
making such a noise inside, no one could
possibly hear you.” And certainly there _was_
a most extraordinary noise
going on within–a constant howling and sneezing, and every now and then
a
great crash, as if a dish or kettle had been broken to pieces.

“How am I to get in?” asked Alice.

“_Are_ you to get in at all?” said the Footman. “That’s the first
question, you know.”

Alice opened the door and went in. The door led right into a large
kitchen, which was full of smoke from one end
to the other; the Duchess
was sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby; the
cook was leaning over
the fire, stirring a large caldron which seemed to
be full of soup.

Psychobiology

The body, the mind
two that make one?
or one that makes two?
Nature, nurture
two that make one?
or one that makes two?
genetics, heredity
a determinist future?
or a eugenicist canard?
 
The soul or the neuron
The theory or the faith
The knowledge, the power
or the flailing in the dark
 
The human being:
a false dilemma
or an uncomfortable truth?

Dinner

Food cooking
Bread baking
Wine decanting

Table set
Diana calls
I come
Love follows

36 CORN ROAD (PART 4) THE REUNION

36 CORN ROAD  (PART 4)  THE REUNION

 

It was the best time I can remember

Family gathered in one place

Nothing fancy or pretentious

Just a field, the sun and love all around us.

 

The hay wagon was full from edge to edge

Foods so numerous stomachs wouldn’t growl for weeks

Even Aunt Imogene’s freshly sliced tomatoes would attract

The picky kids with the “no veggies on my plate” policy.

 

Why is it that as a kid, we didn’t mind having to make a trek

To the outhouse when duty, or doody called?

They had a three-seater complete with a smaller hole for us youngsters.

I can remember going with some of the aunties and I’d listen to the gossip

While we were all perched over our wooden depositories…haha!

 

And the cousins, Mike and Traci, Pam and Ronnie, Peggy, and the whole Dye clan

We played for hours, talked and talked, walked the woods, the creeks, the hills.

We walked up to the house on the hill and when we came back down, inertia would

Get the best of our legs.  It’s like we were flying.

 

It was time to clean up.  Get ready to head home.  But not before we listened for the

Whippoorwills…a bird we never seemed to hear at home.  The horses were coming in

From the pasture.  You could hear their hooves galloping through the stream.  Their force

Seemed to shake the earth beneath us.  IT WAS MAGICAL.

 

The only thing better than being there is being able to hold tight to these memories.

Hour 13. (2019)

Yawp

To sing from the soul

To test the acoustics of the cosmos

To write with your blood and tears

To be uncontrollable in your passion

Universe unfolding

 

 

Universe can gigantic or colossal in vastness

Boundless and limitless in thousand combinations

Creating and destructing all in its avenue

 

Further development can be unappreciable

Seeing it on various combination

Agitating the spirit of known species

 

Captivating avenues seen in the eyes of astronomers

Capturing in the lens of technology

Sharing it can a mere quazar

 

 

 

 

 

Prompt # 16 Hour # 13

9:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019