Spon Down. Glorious Day.

In the sunshine the coffee steam is the same as light rays and reminds me how I used to sit on the bed in the corner of Dave Williams' room the guys on guitar or drums and I'd watch the incense play.  Complete, totally absorbed.  Total absorption.  I used to sneak in at night through the window in to his room.  The metal feeling of rail scrape when I'd hoist my self over and through.  That one time his mom waiting for me.  That pic of Weibe with the beast in his hand, but it's from the mirror and the lights way down so the room looks yellow or orange. The instruction of smoke and still and wavering and blending and one becoming another becoming only one.

I am thinking about California and the sun.  I am thinking about Paul in snow up to his knees.  I am thinking what it would be like to study Anusara at Beth's feet for weeks.  I am thinking about Kiva Rose and We'moon and poetry.  I am thinking about the moon.  My Pandora reset itself or for the first time ever I had to sign back in and my station La Luna, la mama de las estrellas was the only one left.  It was just right for the morning, walking dad to the car still cold earth yawning.  My blue soft bathrobe three sizes too big.  Kissing him goodbye his two big bags of health food cooked up for the week.  I felt like his wife and am happy to be how did we get so close, when, awww to grow up.  I pick up my pen.

Did Erika get on here I think?  There is now a piano station on my Pandora it was prompted a gift given I say yes.  This is how she writes.  Piano she told me once at one of our meetings at her house.  She is my hero.  I let the piano music play it is what I used to listen to on my alarm, classical, when I was a very very little girl.  In the room in the old neighborhood with the two kinds of pink on the walls.  Where we lived with Brian and Little Sean.  Janice.  When we had hamsters and Sean and I would fight and also cuddle every morning.  My toychest with the red painted hearts.  The cabinet that kept writings and stickers not dishes or dolls.

I love coffee and bring some home from the coffee shop for the days that I dont work.  When I do the  real work the writing work the showing up the poetry and play only work that counts.  Days like today fingers clicking in the light from the window the light the plants get first then me the gold light the light catching all the steam.  I am happy.  I will call grandma later when I sit in the driveway in my beachchair like I did all summer I will wear my long johns and sweatshirt and jeans and a beanie and gloves and sit under a blanket when I go out there today.  My neighbor what will he think he takes cardio walks everyday smokes his cigars sometimes if he's really happy he even waves.  He's known me I him since he first retired me in 8th grade tiny cutoff jeans perm in my hair and later that summer, sneaking out.  He knows a lot more than he's ever let on, and far as I know never said word one to grammy back then to Tim or Mary or mom or dad.  All the all the all the cars in the driveway over ohsomany years, the late night back porch noise sometimes music sometimes fights.  Pungent smells ha the smell of weeds.  When I see him today I'll wave maybe he will or wont maybe like me he's sun effective and will wave so much he raises a little from the earth enough like me to light up from within just as the moon.

The new song I discovered on my new reset-Pandora with the one station the same The Moon, mother of the stars is what I will today on my other blog.  It is a theme song resplendent oneness, oneness of me here you there song separate but together us as one.   Oh what a day, glorious...