PILLOW - WEPT
03.25.03 . 6:10 a.m.
in the hustle / bustle of an afternoon
i find myself lost in the sunlight bleeding
red & orange onto my skin.
i sit still & quiet and ignore traffic and
the buzzing of people.
i kick my shoes off and fight trying to get them
back on without using my hands.
i twirl the ends of my hair and notice the
strands of blonde still left over.
i shut my eyes and allow my other senses to take hold
i smell lawns being cut.
i smell children's sticky fingers
from one to many chocolate Fudge Bombs.
i smell hamburgers being grilled on someones back porch
in a nearyby neighborhood.
i feel tiny blossoms that have fallen astray from trees
blow across my legs
i feel the way the ends of my skirt flip upwards
towards my knees.
i feel the vibration of lawn mowers and buses.
i hear playgrounds being used & swingset chains
squeaking from rust build-up.
i hear swimming pool splashes and tiny feet pitter
pattering across hot cement.
i hear dogs barking at passing cars.
i taste the salt in the breeze that has traveled
up from the Gulf.
i taste the chlorine that once belonged to the tips
of my fingers from when i checked the temperature
of the pool.
i taste the strawberry suckers i ate when i was a little
girl and loved so much...the flavor buried in the creases
of my bottom lip.
there are never worries on days like these..
there are only memories and sensations and hums of birds
and children playing.
this is summer time.
this is what i like best about paying attention.