Wily brain

It has been a full week since my last submission, for some reason my brain is refusing to think in poems. Its not that I am not feeling moments but rather, I have been immersed in my own deep and cavernous brain, over thinking just about everything that happens to me. 

Today, during my coaching session, I heard a quote that joged my cortex for just a minute "the only thing you will not like about life, is that it is too short." said by a 102 year old man to a new born baby.

With all the time my brain spends picking apart the smallest details, like dust bunnies, parking laws, the increase in the price of milk, and dogs peeing in my vegetable garden, I wonder if maybe I am missing the point to life. 

Today, I think, 

maybe, I will live

and let my brain

have itself.

Bump

thursday mornings,

people still smell

like soap

and freshly dried hair

clothes are pressed

as we bump

against another, walls, and sliding glass doors

pre-recorded bells chime

"ding"

Fullerton

"ding"

Clark & Division

"ding"

Sunshine streaming in the window

"ding"

Madrid

looking up

realizing

bumps take me to dreams

the fresh morning smell

has molded

my brain

to think of far off

places

How to get to LA?

What jumpsuits look

best

with tan skin?

"ding"

Harrison

picking my pencils

and morning fantasy

I walk

slowly

to my gray

office

cubicle

to eat

the first broccoli

i knew

formed hearty and green

in humboldt

with tiny yellow flowers

peeking from

its firm leaves

it snapped

in raised beds

home to 

a cat named mingus

city rats

an earthworm or two

until that time

i did not know

how perfect, a taste 

it held

sweet and bitter

concurrent

that summer, sharing earth 

with my neighbors

i grew

the need

to know

my food

gaze

just yesterday

while i walked

from shower to dresser

your glasses slipped

to the tip

of your nose

and your eyebrows struggled

coughing and rustling

the page of your paper

blowing that single hair

out of your eyes

daily, your lashes flutter

while my back is to you

quickly turning

i can make out

a hook in the side

of your mouth

funny, i think

you struggle so

concealing arousal

as you are my wife

and in being so

have no need

creating tension

soft and loose

lidded