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
I stop for an instant to look here— a thought of you emerges— the happiness in your face— your eyes and lips joining hands and embracing the special moments that were ours… and will always be
driving a work day like a weather’d mural be— to and fro knowing every pothole every utility pole streaking past eyes’ corners— subconscious steering every curve braking every intersection— ‘tis better only as a passenger that marvels lost to attentiveness can be cherish’d and gift’d to memory