Fancy Footwork

Thursday, April 25, 2024

Finally

Finally 

Sitting,

Not racing, pacing,

anticipating,

the next thing coming in the door.

Running here and there,

tightness everywhere-

Is there an observer somewhere,

taking it all in?

Ballerina being spun,

around a turn table.

Mechanically,

spinning to a musical tune,

Does she even realize that it is her hand that twists her round?

Playing that old song again and again?

A tune that’s hard not to play, again.

Still, when all of the winding has unwound,

And the spinning calms down,

She can feel her muscles stop flexing,

and can hear the rain falling on her windshield, and notice that she is warm and fed and happy to see her little son get into the car. 


Wednesday, April 03, 2024

Finn’s Up


Finn’s Up

No time to lose.

Sun peeked its electric eyes through metallic blinds and zapped him onto his feet. How about some breakfast? Hot chocolate? He snaps an Izzy from the mini fridge,”this is all I need”. I want to join him to absorb the river awakening from a cool, tranquil night. Alas, I am well over forty and need coffee first. I find him perched on a rock outcropping facing the rising sun. Pajama shorts and his blue Crocs. No sweater despite the chilly air waiting for the sun to speed it up. He tells me there’s no need for one, it’s OK to shiver a little. He scans the water up and down, inspecting all of the grassy beds that his bass friends call home. I wonder if some of them enjoy this hide and seek game he adores? He has gotten pretty darn good at picking them up, saying hello, then, detaching the hook sunken into their wide lips. He delicately sends them on their way back into the river’s depths. The pursuit is odd. I will admit that. But at least he is at peace here in this stillness where chattering of birds, humming of a single engine plane, a saw buzzing away a piece of wood are  a symphony we experience together.