A birthday party snapshot I found in an antique shop.
Reflections on a Crackerjack World
In the crackerjack world of default birthday parties
A five-year-old boy plays pyrotechnical
With the soft air of his little lung.
Flames dance like zoftig gogo girls
On the parapet
Of a cake purchased yesterday
At the industrial bakery in the A&P.
Perform split-second happiness for the camera
As we watch their wide eyes and their hunger tongues
On clandestine birthday wishes
We vow will only come true
Also found at the Saint Lucy Photo and Essay website:
To Mark: On awaiting our child
On a summer day,
Warmth on my skin,
Droplets of wetness dancing across my brow,
I walk from the vertebrae to the outer limbs
From Broadway to the Hudson.
Reeling from a shift in my body that neither of us can yet name.
In the crevices of a tomorrow mystery
Delight in the glow of the dark,
Feeling our way
How do we explain the sensation of a shared thirst on a rainy day?
A twin hunger for joyous fear that lands on lips.
We spin around and around
Dizzily landing, hands grasping,
You as my anchor, my compass, my wings, together
March 30, 2011