Magician
with a Hat full of Spirits—
th’ Eyes and Ears
of th’ Ups and Downs
either from man’s Heart
or from tilapia’s Tongue—
He is the Memory of the Day
till even beyond Last Call
wife mother homemaker in sunshine and monsoon be my boat my treasure stall of rambutan and dragon fruit of noodles and khanom krok for fellow and foreign landers in the Basin of Chao Phraya
Glass Slipper of Bahía de Todos Santos A Smile below Guadalupe grape dancers Innkeeper of commerce and cruise ships Master Chef of fish tacos and enchiladas Night Owl of cervezas and mariachis Enchantress of shop-till-you-drop’ers Cinderella of the Peaceful Sea
mid morn—
kitchen window opens its eyes—
charming our nest into song frenzy—
front door reveals a friend
trying to mimic our chirp—
“Morning, pretty birds!”
our hearts beat past our wings
as wild seed fills our aerial bowl
and garnishes the feet of our tree—
“Enjoy, pretty birds!”
once again so good be life—
‘tis breakfast in Vale of Spring