Thursday, May 24, 2018

Sweet Gypsy

It has been weeks since I have seen the moon.
But tonight, 
the stars shine bright as she lays at quarter site
And of course-
this makes me think of you.

I hope you are  well
I hope a part of me still lingers in your heart
I hope you know... 
(a silent whisper- I love you still)

Too many days have past
too many worlds apart
I have a picture of you
 that has  worn old by my gaze
yet the memory of your beauty 
remains etched in my mind
You are my eternal inspiration
my muse
my ghost

And the stars close their eyes
 as the moon  shines her light
Sweet Gypsy tango in my heart 
 lose your soul with me tonight
 make believe that we are not apart
Sweet Gypsy Rose

Monday, February 19, 2018

How Many

How many
How many steps did you take today
How many breaths did you breathe
How many faces did you see
Can you remember their smile
Do you remember where you were
Did you live in each moment
How many thoughts did you have in the course of the day
Did it expand your mind
Did you breathe did you smile
How many hours minutes or seconds was your day
How many times did you stop to see what surrounds you
MCV

How is it going today

How is it going today

I would like the day to stop.
I would like to see 1% of the 5% of things, the things Professor Stoler says I see. I won't attempt to see the other 95%. I  want to notice my breath fill my lungs. I would like to feel by feet step each step. I would like to see all of my classmates' faces and remember the color of their eyes. I would like to smile slowly, deliberately at people who pass by. I would like to enter each classroom with my brain open all the way and I would like to leave each room with my brain box filled with new ideas. I would like a couple of "aha" moments.I would like to see my children smile and hear their joy as they tell me the adventures of their day.

MCV

Monday, February 12, 2018

Primavera

sometimes days don't belong to us

sometimes days belong to the wind
sometimes days are toys we master and enjoy
sometimes days slip away while we lay in our bed
sometimes days are beginnings and
sometimes days are  ends
sometimes days are winters and
sometimes days are spring.



Rest in peace   Tata  Enrique    


Enrique Chiriboga Villaquiran 11.17.10 

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Disarray

Disarray

100 balls in the air. Deep uncomfortable breaths. A full moon following me from window to window. It lightens up the backyard- bright enough for me to notice it is dark and I can't see. Breathing deep- a deep nervous unsettling twitching in my body- uncertainty, nervousness. Lost- I want to reach for you, to hold you, to talk to you, to smile with you, to tell you-no to show you that I love you. 

But I love you so much that I don't want to disrupt your world with my chaos.

I saw a picture of you smiling with someone else. It hurt me to the infinite ends of my soul . Still  I look at the picture often because it is nice to see your eyes.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

The Parade

     There was a parade of pedestrians and cars all jumbled in as one.  I was in a car with my friend; we were headed towards the middle of the chaos.  I could see policemen and policewomen vigilantly dissecting the crowd-stalking, lurking, maliciously seeking weakness as does a wild animal hunting a heard.
   I often wonder if the police have to take off their smiles and lay down their hearts when they get to work.  If I  walked into a police station and stepped into the locker room would I find shelves of tartar covered pearly whites?  Would the lockers be dripping in blood from their crumbled up hearts that lay there looking more like dirty socks than empathetic machines of love?
    There they were glowing in their yellow jackets with their sparkling badges and subliminally threatening batons.  Stalking the crowd with malice in their eyes.  Of course, I did not care. I did nothing wrong.   Detached by ignorance, innocence and shielded with my defiant carefree laugh- I felt immune.   But somehow evil always finds and preys on an easy stray.
    I have traveled to this country at least ten times. I own these streets. I know important people, I am an important person. I have always been cradled by the people and the culture. I never paid any mind to the warning of all those that knew that someday I would not be safe.
     A knock on the window, a cold mean face says "get out of the car and give me your license."  I show them my credentials. "I don't care", he replies "get out of the car."

It's going to be alright

     I was walking down the street when I saw her. She came towards me with a smile in her eyes and said,

      "Do you know?"

     Not wanting to be out of the loop and as not to interrupt her joyous exuberance. I nodded yes and said,

     "Do you?"

      With that, she smiled and said,

     "Good, you know. Isn't it good?"

     Again so as not to break this ceremonious conversation and not to be exiled from the know. I said,

    "Yes."

     and proceeded to ask,

     "How do you know?"

      To which her face became very serious.  She pulled me close as she started to speak, not quite in a whisper but definitely in a discretionary tone.  She said she heard it from a friend of a friend twice removed. I nodded. I assume not to convincingly and she must have sensed my concern. So she assured me that it "he" was a good source. She had received news from him before, this friend of a friend twice removed. In fact, she would swear on the grave of her mother's neighbors sister who recently died. Again I must have unknowingly shown some disdain or concern because immediately she grabbed me and assured me that this distant friend was only removed because of bad timing, poor location, and an arranged marriage. Her mother's neighbor's sister had been forced to marry a boy she kissed before she was married. This was back when kissing was left for those who had first visited the altar. So, as to calm and clear any suspicions, she was married. Had this not happen she may have well been the actual neighbor of her mother. She assured that her confidence was cemented in the burial cloths of her mother's neighbors sister who recently died and not to worry myself with the degree of separation between her and the solemn oath who if it was not for her being in the wrong place at the wrong time may have very well made them sisters or neighbors. Anyway she said in a very concern and comforting way,

      "Don't worry lad  it's going to be alright."

      I looked at her with calmness in my heart and a certain strength that only comes when you are sure of something. In a world that lately seems to have so many things on its' horizon, I feel good to know that some thing is going to be alright. I'm just not sure what.

     These days when everything that is decided and happens in the world is an after thought that I find out about in the evening news. I feel comfort being back in the know. You know, with "they." They the ones who know. The friends of a friend twice removed.