Lullaby and Goodbye

 

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Lullaby and Goodbye

Name it and it must be so
Dwell among the symbols of the hard working ones
And you begin to believe in permanence
Strength
In rhythms of nets
Going out to sea
As if the repetition builds a muscle, a memory, a town
A lullaby, a whole town’s lullaby, your own sweet
Lullaby
Focus of a village that feeds
A hungry privileged soul, like me
I dine at whim, again and again on
Fresh crustacean wearing their gray armor
Fresh in season
Headless
Turning pink as they hit the heat
And then one day she tells me
Empathy jumps ontop of me, my armor cracks and breaks
Now the boats are leaving town
And I wonder why
In this shrimping village by the sea
What have I failed to see

Haunted by the ghost town-ishness that has taken up
Temporary residence
Wind blows through the docks
Echoes back and forth
No buffer there to absorb
Changing tide of time
I throw a rock, it sinks

Shortage and a shortfall
Remind me of my shame
At forgetting
What I forgot to
Never take for granted
Just because
It’s in a name

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On Remembering

 

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On Remembering

remember what hasn’t been
yet. Before. Today
remember what the dreams hinted to
in a happy, haunting nocturnal sort of way
of what might come to be
on some other summer’s day
things hope and longing used to say
in breathy whispers
along the lines of could, perhaps and maybe
moments that haven’t had their chance
to live to see today

remember what hasn’t been
unravel next time. Reweave memories from yesterday
remember Wednesday on a Tuesday
and all the things that wait
that ask to be remembered
like healing, birth and death
and poems that take a year to gather line by line
on the poet’s winsome breath

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Don Quixote’s Search

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Don Quixote’s Search

You ride out your brave
Like a thousand men
A thousand women too, no more
Your sturdy mount, your throne
Hooves shod in shoes, step brave
Teamwork for the win

D is for dreamer, Don

Your life, an alphabet soup of how to slay those dragons
In search of small t truth

Headlong into battle
You
You wore brave
Long live your legend, profile in courage
Boldness, your aftershave slapped on cheek and neck
We smell you coming
Chasing hard, chasing fast, chasing true

Fighter of the cause you took up
C is for charge

And C is for cancer
Demons come in all shapes and sizes

Fear found no place
On the back of your mount

It seeks to bully and boss
Make you cower in the corner
Men like you
Women too, the dragon-slayers
Who ride in search of dreams, dusted up in battles of their own
Make no room for excess baggage, space-takers
That take the place of
Faith, hope, and love —weapons of choice

T is for tumor

H is for Hope
C is for cure
And chemo too
F is for freedom
We’re all in search of something, Don

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Don Quixote’s Search first appeared in a collaborative exhibition entitled Environmental Abstracts with friend & artist Laurie Brownell McIntosh. You can find her on Instagram @northlightstudio803