Percolating

There is a reality forming inside this place
where the windows are steamed up, streaked from the rain outside.
Being here is like living in a memory.
I try to mix a present desire, past hope
and defining realities into a tasteful blend.
In this coffeehouse, in this city, at this time,
I am content to let this brew keep bubbling…
a reconciliation of all competing interests will come to the surface
when the heat, the flavors
meld into a palatable whole.
Then I will drink it all in and be satiated.

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The Yakitori Maker

A Corporate executive sits silently on a private jet
above the earth, in the clouds
people clamoring for decisions that must be made
He quietly decides –
assigning tasks and programs
confidently, mindfully making personnel changes,
being given his itinerary for the next several days
which will keep him in the sky.

A moment of peace allows him to recline,
and daydream of a simple life selling Yakitori
in a little market somewhere to regular customers
from a little cart. He delights in thoughts
of how he would marinate his Yakitori overnight
in his private sauce, fussing with the ingredients
and steaming fresh pots of rice,
rising early to prepare his cart for market
packing his hibachi, coal, wood-chips, rice and marinated morsels.
How the smell of his grilling meats will draw
his regulars and newcomers. How he will chat and sit on his
little wooden stool like his uncle in the tobacco store in Japan.

He is awakened from his daydream, disembarks, is shuttled away in a private car
returning to a city far from home. He answers questions
asks many more, listens intently, makes a new plan and
is shuttled back to the car, to the plane and into the sky.

for Dad

Presence

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When I first lost him,
I dreamed of him.
I heard his voice,
saw his face, felt his touch,
smelled his scent,
tasted the salt of his skin.
Now, with all the intervening years,
I still dream of him.
But he comes as a swirl of color.
A melody of light.
He comes as a familiar yet in unfamiliar form.
I know it is him.
So perhaps this is what we become.
A swirl of light that dances
through our lovers memory
to stir the embers
reminding them of love
reminding them that love is light and color
and is transformed
but remains for all the days
stretching beyond what we knew
within the confines of this world.