10 sept 2011 > 14/5 < Art/Alchemy/Hierophant
What if you do it scared?
What if… the impossible is possible?
Can you sit quietly with a perplexing question and allow the answer to come to you?
RAIn… and more rain. And then some rain. Did I tell you it was raining? The day rises with the patter of the rain. Tho’ I know it’s water logging people, I find the sound of it relaxing, comforting when it’s not performing a thunderstorm drama. Which I can like too, and that’s a whole different kinda feeling from this early a.m. tapping on my roof. This poem is about my first neighborly introduction…
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Long, thin, old woman
her angles bend to see
the passing leaves that
her feet make wake in
A line, invisible stops her
a pivot returns her to another
invisible line, she stops,
she pivots her repeat
Head bent in the wake
of her slow shuffle
My hello unfolds her reverie
She greets my eyes
A dim light shines
in the cloud of brown iris
A strip of smile shows yellow
worn of decades lived
A neighborly introduction
her palms of satin silk
caress my welcome hand
her eyes search my face
“I love you”, she says
Her words spill over me
in her satin gloss with
empty eyes searching
I thank her, squeeze the
silk soft of her ancient hand
She pivots her way to the house
next door with the invisible line
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
I hear her singing softly outside my window
an unrecognizable hymn, she must not have her teeth in
I peek and see her out there in her black dress and white hose
wool hat pulled over her natty gray hair
Thin as a rail, holding her plastic grocery bag
picking up leaves in her yard one by one
She looks over at my yard and shakes her head
Something catches her eye and she grabs her broom
swatting at the eaves as her voice crackles
“Git out… this is my house… my house”
I go back to my day until my eye
catches her out the window again
this time in my yard sweeping leaves well onto my grass
in a little pile, no invisible line there
Do I answer her plea to go rake?
Nah
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