how can I make you see me, make you understand what you have taken from me, when I don’t even know why I let you?
Tomorrow is the first day of Atlantic Hurricane season. Are we ready?
Michael thought he’d been most everywhere in the Caribbean. Still, he had never visited Dominica. His father dismissed it as being unexciting and his mother bemoaned that the hotels did not have even a single star to their credentials. Grazi was crazy about the island.
Every time they visited San Juan, she found a way to hop islands to get to her Dominica. They spent plenty of time in the sulpher springs and visited every mineral bath on the island. As long as they had rum, he was along for the ride.
“This place is volcanic… so its alive.”
“The hardships I endure for love.” Michael replied thinking of his mother’s absurd comment. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Grazi. She made all the difference, she was enough.
One of their first free dives was in Dominica. Grazi took Michael to Champagne Reef. He laughed as she pull her running shorts on over her bikini and strapped the knife to her waist. She slid in with only her mask and fins.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked from the boat.
“Yea, I’ve been doing this my whole life. We’ll start out shallow and go deeper.”
“I’m going to wear my snorkle so I can take pictures.”
“Ok, one day our kids will be able to see how crazy we were.”
“You mean, how daring you are. I’m the crazy one. I’ll follow you anywhere, even to the depths of the ocean.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not that deep!”
Grazi turned and dove under. As Michael jumped in he thought….this is the only person, the only person in this world who could make me leave my gear and follow her. The only one.
I forgot about the irises
perennial like every season turning
they return a reminder
something to hold on to
Grazi and Michael wove their way up the Acropolis hand in hand through the crowds of tourists. They had a dare….who could get the most photos with the least people in them. Michael took crazy angles and Grazi chased shadows and sunbeams.
Backstory: Solstice 35 – novel in progress
Graziella is a Literature major who becomes a sucessful writer. Michael is an Economics/Mathematics major that she falls in love with. This is the story of 35 years of their relationship and the poetry she writes about their lives.
Winter Solstice 8
Alone With Your Numbers Staggering Through My Head
a thousand thousand thousand
days have past yet winter
arrives with and without you
shadows of days shorten
nights of stars arc to a fullness
a tipping point where dark slips
before it falls
night of solstice
full moon luck
shimmering snowy hills crystalline
glamouring the foxfire to greenest green
I stoke the fire against the cold
kindling catches then crackles
painting this room golden eloquent
whisper of prayer in Fibonacci sequence
escapes my lips just
because 1 and 1 is always 2
0, 1, 1, 2
how long this night is without you
how the universe seems to bank and pivot
out of my reach
dare I miss you
while you live in a random array of infinite values
continents oceans that divide us
your hypothesis that distance
multipied by time
will close the circle
only you chose to bisect
so this night
solstice longest of nights
I claim the luck of foxfire in the woods
alone moonlight on the snow
lights me a new path
the full moon whispers to me
binary code 1010111
one step or nothing one
step nothing one step
take another step