Another light-filled Friday has come and gone and as always Cindy, Ashley and I were there to embrace it; open to its limitless possibility. In the lights Ashley found the hummingbirds you thought would never come, Cindy painted boats on the water and I let the beast out of the closet.
And so the lights keep spinning…
“Oklahoma” is a made up name
for red dirt, sweet tea and y’all.
Close enough to Mexico
hummingbirds find us. Anyone could
make up peewee football in August
the church on every corner
but not the hummingbirds
we thought would never come.
Two geckoes on the ceiling silently court each other. Through the screen
door you observe (what looks to be) the battle between a flying fox and
a comet above the mango tree. Tremors form in the stratosphere. An owl
calls from the sill and gives you lower back pain. You call your brother
but he won’t pick up. The neighbour’s cat licks your toes. Your dreams
cast long shadows. Light shifts in the curtains like a rat. Wearily you lean
against the snore of the clock. You remember running naked last night
in the rented light of streetlamps. Hint of blood on the sky’s collar.
A beast hangs in your closet. Pretends to ignore my curses.