I looked at life that way

I'm 56.
Which I remember being in my twenties thinking was fairly ancient.
Like Ocean City, Jack said yesterday
A strange non sequitur
Capturing
my being.
I'm now as old
As when I remember
Seeing my Mom less as my mother
And more for
Her arriving at a moment
Of stopping and starting,
Suddenly
the strange news
We are but temporary
flashes
Has taken hold
in my heart
Along with profound wonder.

What Do You Want For Your Birthday?

I kept it simple
An iphone 6 Plus in a jeweled case.
Delivered by a man
Who hates Apple, to his bones

But couldn't give
Me back my mother
telling me "We all have our time."
But he listened to the wish,

I was waiting on my chowder,
Thinking a world free of so
Many forms of hatreds
Would be perfect,

(and actually was annoyed by a woman holding forth
on "blacks" to the point of my sending her hate looks)
World peace I said loudly,
Schools with art and creativity,

My list was growing,
Until I realized
The gift is in surviving
To see another year.

On a beautiful planet
With so many of us
Trying to find our way
Through this challenging living maze.

 Happy Birthdays to my fellow survivors!



 Next Up
I love peas when they are fresh, sweet, bright green blanched
 Guacamole, fresh, from this one stage of avocado life I once in awhile find in the market, irresistible
Green and amazing is a staple in California life
Mixing them certainly is a new idea

I like purple onions, sliced thin on a burger, so biting
Those onions do bring me to tears
Purple grapes, fat ones, when they appear each year I always think of my daughter
Would they be a good thing, or an onion and grape juice
A dramatic new drink?

Today a new-show left on continuous loop by a fellow in my house occupied now with work out and moving on
Is announcing a poll to see where I am on the guac-pea
issue
A cute thing sweeping the country, even at the Presidential palate

My daughter has taught me that new Korean cooking
Is on the edge, combinations wild with risk and flavor
Like a chocolate mushroom truffle dessert
in a shake
Sylvia smiles at my inability to conjure an imaginary tidbit

That thing with the hotdog and corn
In a pastry I remind her, that kind of serious combination
Am I really able to live a green pea
Avocado kind of life now?
Results next up.