Yesterday's horoscope Fuzzy and lost Take care of body and mind Don't pay close attention to other Signs messages and meanings That crowd around you Only worry about rest And sleep Care for you Alone
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Alcohol Makes people so stupid Rediculous foolish Hard to see Hard to be Around Does not feel safe Don't know where to look What to say Craziness all around Loud and unfocused Sad to see Sad to be I think And it worries me You are beautiful I told her No she said Oh I know on the inside I am You are beautiful inside and out Look at this face and Tell me it's not beautiful No she said it's old You need to love yourself Exactly as you are right now And I am telling you That you are beautiful Thank you she said The dear softness of Jade Tumbling over me And over and over So sweet The moments when she Truly believed the Stuffed monkey was talking to her And she big eyed Talked back In the same quiet squeak And the serious face When she is listening Intently to what I say So precious unmatchable This is joy The sweet girl smiling Comes in the room To meet us for yoga After six years apart Grown and mature Shy to speak up But when I ask her About her studies I see a different thing Passion happiness confidence Even when she says She is afraid I feel so proud of her And maybe a tiny bit That I have helped Her make this decision Lead this new life My heart fills as I watch her Bloom and grow She has found herself What a wonderful thing Traffic stalled at a crawl For miles we sit Waiting to cross the border Men hold up plush blankets Pots and cups Women offer charms churros Beads dolls Old women hold out empty cups Little children pushed ahead of mom Sell gum or juggle balls Sad tired eyes Look into our car At our phones drinks clothes And I shrink inwardly I have so much One beggar with deformed legs Pulls himself on the ground Singing and giving blessings Everywhere are fences Topped with razor wire Keep out This is hard to see To know how very Fortunate we are In our land of plenty How many others are not So fortunate So blessed As we Six am at the airport Sleeping baby sporting a Mohawk Mom gazing down lip pooched out Young woman wrapped in a plush blanket Trudges by sleepily Shrill announcements blare Alerting us to every phase of boarding Young boy hides his adolescent skin In his hoodie as he Sips his chocolate milk Faces range from glazed partial wakefulness To intense alert awaiting instructions Our seats are called We move to a new line To wait Today starts a new year Today continues my life Yet yesterday held perfect tastes feelings And sensations So my wish is not for a better brighter tomorrow But for continued noticing Of each taste Sight feeling sound To not miss anything To keep all senses open Receiving every message the world sends To feel the sun on these hands as I write To smell the bacon from breakfast To see the tree that has to be dismantled To taste the remains of tea and biscotti To hear the ambulance sirens Nothing has to change I sit here in the middle and I am happy To be |