The Friend

I am your friend
I won’t leave you in the dust
When you don’t show me the
Love

The Customer

I am the customer

I’ll leave you in the dust

If you don’t show me the

Love

Goodfinding

Today I got a perfect haircut. I mean, perfect. Done by an apprentice.
It was the second time she cut, actually trimmed, my hair.

The first time was under supervision and with guidance by the salon owner training her. She was nervous then, because she wanted to get it right.

Today she did it without supervision, but with utter dedication to perfection, a calm hand, and a discerning eye – the result: perfect.

It did take twice as long as it usually would take. And usually I’d get impatient. Yet, today I set that all aside, and enjoyed the extra ten minutes it took for a result that was utterly satisfying for myself, the salon owner, and for the budding stylist herself.

Watching a perfect result in the making is worth the extra time.

I thanked and lauded her profusely; and threw in a well-deserved tip. I was good-finding and I responded to it. That’s the way it should be.

The photo, on the other hand, is anything but perfect. It shows that I seek perfection elsewhere.

The Deer and the Hound

The deer found
her abode
in the forest
she felt
protected
and safe

Until the hound

told her
with his fangs
buried in her
flesh

You were wrong
You should have
trusted

yourself
to outrun me

and not this
flimsy
fortress
of yours

Arete

The curve
goes down

Retreat
Recalibrate
Rethink

(Arete)

How We Reconnect

Family
Second family
Spring
Summer
Fall
Family

I reconnected with
the older sister
that I never had
but had again
tonight

Spring
Summer
Fall
Family

How the years have
passed

Each thread unraveling
tying new knots
but not as strong
as those

that were the
connection formed
out of just
spending time
together

taking for granted
at times ignoring
one another
because time
there was plenty

and plenty it still was
when threads
crossed at
weddings
christenings

We were skipping over those encounters
light of feet and heart and mind and soul

Depth lost
bare threads
to be rejoined

to links that run
as deep
and still tell
of fragile brittle
matter

most

cannot be salvaged
yet
the attempt is there

The judgement is up
to see
if fall
a harvest

rich
or
poor

will come of this

The soul says
do pursue
hold open
the gate
and greet
who is
crossing its
threshold
with warmth
of past summer rays
fading into fall

Meet that person
again
in your home

before winter
falls upon us
and it is too late

for another occasion
to soak up that
summer warmth
of days that passed

Endless days

How we yearned
for night to fall
to give us rest reprieve
and stillness

Movement slowing even down
from that languid turn
in the sun that burned
our backs and charged
desires we didn’t even
know we had

Those days
Endless days
of summer

in which we took it
all for granted

My Trash

My Trash

The glorious one goes
straight to the open
bin

for everyone
to marvel
and see

The murky
embarrassing
items I sneak
out the back

And dump them
where no one
goes looking

Or so I hope