Mosaic

December 6

MOSAIC

I couldn’t prevent this plate from shattering, so I saved all the pieces, losing none.  I laid them edge-to-edge and made a design, secured it with thin-set.  Pieces of pattern framed with grout are seen, as they never could be when this dish was whole.  I am part of this construction more than just handing china onto the table.  Integrity has been lost but replaced with fractured openness.  The plate has lost personal unity to become an ingrained part of my personal archeology.

Fly your kite in the wind.

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The Way West

The sun reflected in the windows

winks at me as I fly over.

The plane climbs higher

and the reflected light no longer reaches me.

I slip from my eastern bonds.

I am west coast bound.

The carpet of snow was laid down

to quiet the passage.

Clouds take over the task,

then part to reveal the patchwork

of the middle ground.

We cross the Stateline without a sound;

a few more miles then touchdown.

Vlog:  http://youtu.be/RQcqROgXhRY

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

Origami

September 1

ORIGAMI

I fold my reality like origami, each day a shape to suit my whim.  A dog when I feel like begging.  A horse when I want to trot away.  A pot to brew up some potion.  A penguin when I feel cold and I stand on my egg all day.  I can bend and flex, change my image, but in the end I am truly flat and lifeless, a construct of imagination, but soulless and boring.  Reality cannot be my creation made in the accordion of my mind.  Truth and breath come like the wind and I need to let them change direction and change me, too.

Turn right both ways.

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Here Kitty kitty

Litter training the lynx seems like a good idea

until it is accomplished

and all concerned are less for the accomplishment.

Domesticity is a transparent cage,

which has a presence felt by all

whether loved or hated.

The air is changed and the cat stifles,

everyone is safer, so it is said,

but what are we safer from?

And what is a broken lynx,

certainly not a house cat?

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane