Here we are at week #24, and there is no sign of the light fading… this week Ashley puts the reigns on a dolphin, Cindy gets a hit of Vitamin B and I celebrate the bruising of life. Now, let your eyes fill with the lights of Friday night!
My other ride is a dolphin. (bumper sticker)
But she is stuck in traffic.
Cottonwood seeds coat the windshield.
The wiper fluid button must be pushed
in her ordinary sedan
she has to yield to other cars.
Her engine burns oil.
Tension is her wave.
Turning my back, I would bite my tongue and go out
under the mango tree, where the fruit hung like Chinese lanterns.
Over the quarreling of bats I would curse, repeating
myself, let my head fill with bitterness.
What was it that made me hate so hard?
When now I sit under the same mango tree, the warm
flesh of fruit in my palm, it induces a bliss almost unattainable.
I know there will always be trees, always be fruit. Know
there is a sweetness waiting to be tasted.
It comes with the soft bruising of life.