Breaking Tension
Slamming cupboard doors
Clanking silverware
Stomping feet
Breaking wind
broke the tension
Breaking Tension
Slamming cupboard doors
Clanking silverware
Stomping feet
Breaking wind
broke the tension
Breaking Waves
I’ve been wading on the
water’s edge
or sitting in my beach
chair
watching breaking waves
for almost two weeks.
It’s been thirty years
since I rode in on a boogie
board
or bobbed in the waves
as they came in.
In thirty years, I’ve
heard many tales
of being swept away by
riptides,
attacked and eaten by
sharks
or simply drowning.
Yesterday, I made it out
to my hips
I have two more days
to bob in the waves.
Will I?
Stepping on Cracks
“Don’t step on the crack
or you’ll break your mama’s back.”
A game a child plays
being careful to avoid
cracks in the sidewalk
Avoiding Mama
Not giving her time of day
Breaks your mama’s heart
Addictions
Don’t do drugs, smoke or
drink, they said.
But they never mentioned
that cakes, cookies and icecream
can be just as addicting.
Ever After
Happily ever after, they
said.
But they never mentioned
that Prince Charming
turns back into a frog
or that Cinderella
loses more than glass slippers.
Seaweed
The Gulf is nicer, they said.
The waves are calmer.
The weather, better.
The water warmer.
So Sis and I drove four hours
to the Gulf.
The waves were rougher.
The wind stronger.
The water colder.
And they never mentioned
the abundance of seaweed.
After three hours, we were
ready to drive back.
The beach was beautiful
with its white sand,
but we liked the beaches
at St. Augustine better.
The Abundance of Questions
My three-year-old great-niece
asks,
“What makes the lights
turn on?”
“Why is the sky blue?”
“Where is the airplane
going?”
“Why does the car make
noise?”
“What is that lady doing?”
“Can I wear my new shirt?”
“Why is your hair messy?”
“Why is peanut butter
sticky?”
“Do I have to brush my
teeth?”
“Where does rain come from?”
But when you ask her
something,
she says, “You tell me.”
Abundance of
Storms
Many years ago,
my uncle was taking a shower when he was struck by lightning. It went down the pipes
through the showerhead and him and out his washcloth. He was fine, but now
forty years later, I sit in my Florida rental waiting for the storms to stop so
I can take a shower. At least the tornado warning came to nothing.
Showers coming
down
Lightning flashes,
thunder growls
No shower for me
Abundant Treasure
Better is the
little that the righteous has than the abundance of many wicked. Psalm 37:16
Treasure’s found
in little things
Like rain drops from
the sky
In mornings when
the black bird sing
And strength when
sun is high
A smile upon a
baby’s face
Laughter through
the pain
A sunset is the
evening’s grace
A walk down a
shaded lane
A place to come
home to
Good food that
you eat
Clothes to keep
you warm
And peace upon your
street
The body and its
working parts
The ability to
walk and run
Those time of
needed rest
And times of joy
and fun
Treasures found
in little things.
Yes, I know it’s
true.
And the greatest
treasure of all
Is knowing and
loving You.
The Alligators in the Sun
Alligators in the sun look
like logs
Even so, they intimidate
Watch out for your cats and dogs
Alligators in the sun look
like logs
Laying low in swamps and
bogs
Lazy, especially after
they ate
Alligators in the sun look
like logs
Even so, they intimidate
The Rain in the Clouds
Sand dunes with tall grasses
Coarse sand
Large rocks
Fine wet sand
Sea shells scattered about
Frothy whooshing greenish silver water
Grayish blue sky with muted clouds
Muggy
A distant rumble
Better head home
The Kids in the Ocean
Squeals
Dancing
Cartwheeling
Boogie boarding
Wearing water wings
Lying on their bellies
Running to and from waves
Riding waves while clinging
to dad
Playing with shovels and sand
buckets.
Dangling from Mom’s arms,
dipping in their toes
Sense of Taste
When trying to lose weight,
devouring a large caramel
chocolate
ice cream waffle cone for
supper
doesn’t make sense,
but it sure satisfied deliciously
on a hot day in Florida!
Uncommon Sense
A man healed the sick,
raised the dead,
delivered the demon
possessed
and taught with authority.
He was executed and came
back to life.
He fulfilled over three-hundred
prophecies.
His predictions, made over
two thousand years ago,
read like the morning
news.
It makes sense to follow
Him.
Directionally Challenged
Drop two directionally-challenged
sisters
into a new city with no
map and
a hit-and-miss GPS, nothing
makes sense.
Why are we going around in
circles?
Why do we always turn the
wrong way
at this particular intersection?
Why is the traffic circle
not a circle?
Why is the ocean over
there,
when it was across the
street yesterday?
Drop two directionally-challenged
sisters
into a new city and nothing
makes sense.
Friends Catching Up
“Let’s catch up,” she said.
It took us a year before
we sat
at McDonald’s for two
hours
talking, sipping hot chocolate.
Duty called.
And we’re still not caught
up.
Will we wait another year?
Like Toddlers
Catching up on projects
is like corralling toddlers.
While working with one
the other lags behind.
Then throw in vacation
along a sandy beach
and those little toddlers
run every which way.
Adoration
We walk barefoot along ocean’s
edge.
I let the water cool my burnt
ankles
as my mind drifts out to
sea
and I adore the steely
blues sky with fluffy clouds,
the horizon where the
ocean seemingly stops,
but you know it goes on
and on,
kind of like life after death.
The sounds of children
playing,
happy dogs barking and the
whoosh of the waves.
I turn around and wait for
Sis to catch up.
Then I tramp on and on
adoring the ocean and its Creator.
Boat Tour in St. Augustine
The fishy smell stimulated
the senses
as we watched pelicans come
in
for an awkward landing on
the dock.
Our feet clanked on the
metal ramp
as we boarded the pontoon
boat.
We sat on cushy vinyl
seats
and listened to the tanned
young man
with blond dreadlocks piled
on his head.
To the tune of the motor
and sea gulls,
he told us about dolphins
and cormorants.
We watched as dolphins “kerplunked”
(slapped the water with
their flukes)
stunning fish or guarding
territory.
A black cormorant posed on
a pole in such a way
that we could see the
double crest on its head.
At tour’s end, cool rain
sprinkled on our skin.
In a seaside café’ we were
seated by windows
where boats bobbed through
watery, wavy lines.
Smells of baked fresh fish
accentuated our hunger.
A perfect and memorable
morning.
Ocean sun targeted our light skin.
We slathered on sweet-smelling
sunblock.
Delighted in the heady
smell of the waves.
Vacation can be a
tightrope walk
of absorbing adventure and
fun
while trying to stay
healthy and whole.
Staying Wild
Breathing in fresh ocean
air
The beginning of my
vacation
Feeling alive
Excited
Adventurous
By mistake, I bought a
tee-shirt
“Stay Wild Ocean Child”
I think I’ll keep it.
Extended
(septolet)
Kneeling
Head bowed
Flowers
in hand
Extended
A warm smile
Grace and forgiveness
Extended
Grateful to the Lord
for the seventy times
seven chances
He has given me.
The Sandpiper
I wish I had a second
chance
after wading in the ocean,
forgetting to reapply
sunblock.
Now, with burnt ankles
I feel like that sandpiper
I saw.
It appeared to only have
one leg.
I pointed it out to a
photographer.
He laughed and said they
do that
and hop around to elicit sympathy
from its fellow sandpipers.
Sure enough, as I watched,
the little fellow’s other leg materialized.
An article says that they
do that
to minimize heat loss,
but I’ll go about the rest
of my vacay
on two perfectly good legs,
no sympathy required.
Ferocious
An appetite
A storm
A tiger
A war
A mother
protecting her children.
Faith
Stepping out
not knowing
the next step.
Going forth
despite fear.
Daring to live
until death.
Placing confidence
in the unseen,
like an eagle
catches a current
and soars.
Florida
Here I am in Florida
enjoying weather in the
70s
while my friend back home
in Colorado takes care
of her two alpaca ranches
in the abundant spring snow.
But I won’t begrudge
myself,
I’ll just have some family
fun
taking walks along the
beach,
hiking the forests and
estuaries
and touring St. Augustine,
the oldest city in the U.
S.
My sis and I do a little
self-care,
taking a break from
care-giving
of our disabled husbands,
while trying not to feel
like
typical snow-birds in our
sixties.
But here we go in our sun
hats.
Moondance
Lovely name
for the beautiful place
I’m renting
in Florida
for two weeks.
As the moon does its dance
across the sky
affecting the sea
may this vacation
do a song and dance
in my sister and me.
Shared Comfort
I visited a church one day,
And met a recent widow
there.
At first, we had few words
to say.
We talked about
photography.
And then she told me of
her pain.
Her loneliness was clear
to see,
Except for You who keeps
her sane.
She helps lead worship
there at church,
Her voice melodic, true
and sweet,
Assisting others in their search.
I’m grateful to You Lord and
King
For being big enough to
care,
Our hope in times of suffering.
You give us comfort we can
share.
People, Places and Weather
I’m in a large building, kind
of cold, but warmer than upstairs where we slept last night. It’s an old church camp, a mixture of the
broken down, and the newly restored. My
niece, employed and living at the camp in northern Nebraska, just left with a
crockpot of chicken and rice she made for church. My other niece, visiting from
Ireland, works with her new Irish husband in the kitchen operating the
commercial dishwasher. My sister, upstairs, tries to coax enough hot water out to
have a bath. We stayed up late last night, having a good time, playing games.
What poultry doesn’t lay eggs? I had them stumped until they finally guessed
rooster. We had a good laugh. We just devoured a delicious breakfast of scrambled
eggs with cheese, bacon, potatoes, English muffins, orange juice and mint tea prepared
in a large kitchen filled with shiny stainless-steel appliances and food-prep
tables. We’ll be getting ready for church in a little bit. We’ll meet my niece
at a bridge where they fasten locks and make wishes, actually in South Dakota,
being close to the border. I’ve been on this trip for two weeks now, seeing son
and daughter in Mesa, where I left my husband in their care, visiting all four
of my sisters, nieces, nephews, great nieces and great nephew in Lincoln and
Adams Nebraska. Now four of us temporarily reside at this camp. The day after
tomorrow, Lord willing, another sis and I will fly to Florida. I’m looking forward
to some sunshine after the rain, snow, sleet and wind we’ve experienced here.
They’re all precious gifts
People, places and weather
And times together