The Medical System

Is anybody home?
Ummm, well we will be home soon.

You aren't home yet?
Well things are a bit messy but they'll be cleaned up soon.

How messy can they be that you can't go home?
We know it's a mess, but we're not sure how bad yet or if it will take long to clean up.

When will you know?
There are professionals working on it and so far they don't know. Maybe tomorrow.

So now you know?
Well no, we know what's not in there, but tomorrow we'll know what is.

Ok, so today you know?
We have eliminated half of the possible things that could be in there and will do scans tomorrow.

What did you learn from the scans?
Now we know which rooms need the most cleaning and tomorrow we'll find out what's in them.

So what was in there?
I guess something millions of Americans have and it should be easy to cleanup. But someone came through the wall with a sledgehammer, which is what made the mess in the first place.

So you can go home now?
I can go home tomorrow once the conference of professional housekeepers has time to meet and agree on a cleaning plan.

Did you make it home?
Yes. Now the cleanup can begin. A lot of dust built up while we were gone so there's more to clean than we expected. But it's okay since our housekeeper was already scheduled for Tuesday.

The Deepest Breath Out

I breathe out
to the very end
and then some.

Like the opposite of gasping for breath.

My soul pushing out
old garbage so
hard it
feels like
I'm going to turn
inside out.

So I push harder, as hard as I can. Send it on its way.

It tries to cling on. So I push even harder and hold there at the bottom.

Like a free diver
telling the seal
"You go back
up
I'm good
right here."

Sitting on the bottom of the ocean
cross legged
and letting the
cloudy sky
pass by.

Then right when the
last oxygen molecule
taps me on the shoulder
I feel the sun rays
shining through.

I float back up to the surface and marvel at the bright beautiful sky.

I looked a lifetime of trauma in the feace and told it to go somewhere else.

I will be moving forward with gratefulness, compassion and light.

Stuff of Stars

To kiss her hips is to reach up
through the clouds
and pull the warmth
of the sun
over
my face
like Cupid's
war paint.

She smells of
Earthy flowers,
and I consume
her nectar
and my body feels
like I'm
sitting in a field
rubbing my bare feet
in the grass.

Hitting snooze together
is like
a full body sigh.
I pull her left wrist over
her body
and she shuffles
herself back into me
for one more
reset.

Sometimes I wonder
how many lives
we've lived together.
Do we always find one another?
If not, I don't want to be reincarnated.

I imagine us running
in the fields
of some far off land
like children
laughing and falling to the ground
together
and
becoming
the seed to a forest.

People would return
to that site
with children and grandchildren
to tell the story of the
deep love
that fertilized their land.

Some people say you can
still hear the laughter
on a windy day
and
when it rains
you can hear the feet
pattering on the grass.

Every year on the anniversary
of the
day they met
a beautiful flower
arises
from the ground
and
shines in the sun
for one day.

I imagine us old and happy,
dancing together in our livingroom
heart to heart
feeling the warmth
and
love
of another lifetime together.