What We See

I see you.

You see me and everything in between.

Spiders are everywhere.

Avocado leaves make undulating shadows.

Ten to be exact.

Like a perfect hand of bananas, they sit contently on their stalk.

Mint scented geranium tiny flowers are also in bloom.

Lavender edges the side in a pot of simple blue and white Chinese porcelain that you thought once perfect for a solo strawberry that did not make it past spring.

Adjacent below standing tall are two ginger pots adorned with two lions as if hand dipped in a finish of forest green like a hard-shelled dairy queen cherry or chocolate dollop treats.

These two pieces once inspired me inside my home and now I think like me they long to spend the second half of life outside, to be weathered by the elements and surrounded in greenery with fresh air and raindrops.

Perennials bloom now in September. Can this be attributed to the rare super blue moon?

A baby cries or was it a cat? It is hard to tell. Yet you can’t wait to have your own, a baby that is.

You might be allergic to cats and dogs. You respect them like the sea and keep your distance and admire them from a far. Yet, only in the sea will disregard inhibition and go all in.

You remember that the right person can alter your entire thought process on subjects like this when the  love is just so.

Still I wonder.

So grateful to bathe in the sun especially when instrumental covers of popular songs build up the cadence as you write in the background.

You can’t remember the last time you allowed the hair on your legs to grow without boundary unlike the smooth skin under your arms that caress your favorite body pare the shoulders.

The mind can not wander on thoughts of him as you must write and your silent reward his to hear him voice and he yours.

Finger crossed.