Cup of coffee

The bees arrived while I was visiting my daughter in California, somewhere between the relaxing mud bath at Indian Springs Day Spa and Inspiration Point near Berkeley and there they were waiting for me when I arrived home last week. It made the reality of distance a little more bearable and those little bees are fascinating and loving the salvia in the garden.

I hit hard the transition from California to the brutal humidity of PA and my vision of the world around me gasped with uneven breaths as I fell off the high end of the teeter totter. Anyhow, I started writing poetry again, something I haven't done since college and I thought a poetry journal would be more interesting than where I didn't buy a bathing suite because the retail store has no sense of the relationship of female image and fitting room mirrors. Anyhow..................

Monday June 7th, lunchtime

Pretend that your daily life
doesn't piece out judgement.
Tell yourself vanity is an envied description
of sophisticated aloofness.
And that you are elevated above the snobbery
and collected grouping of wishing you were something other than you are,
because you use grocery bags made of cloth and by organic
you justify the global connectedness pat on the back you give yourself on occasion
as you sit back and sip your iced vente sweetened lemon herbal tea,
Sip, sip.