Adjusting

Well, it’s scarcely begun. This building we’re in now is very tall and oh so modern. We had our photos taken by one of those cameras connected to a computer connected to whatever it is that will produce swipable cards that will get us past the security desk in the very wide lobby. The area in front of the building is sort of triangular as the entrance is on a diagonal facing the corner. It must be the windiest spot on this island. We are in real midtown now. I am still trying to figure out how to do breakfast and lunch. I might have to try to squeeze some stuff in this refrigerator at home for lunch making stuff as I have no idea whether we will have our nice little kitchenette setup in this new place. Something like half our space is still being constructed, so lots of drilling and hammering and other noises are providing the background to our workdays at this time. Everyone has smaller cubicles and less overhead storage in said cubicles. I am happy to report that my coworkers are just on the other side of cubicle dividing walls, not across the hall as I thought they were. Blueprints can be very confusing things.

Room

Now I seek a quieter place
sanctuary from the soul defeating
maelstrom
my cavern in its dancing light
from nothing more than humble
candles
enough to illuminate all my spirit
might need to study

Deliver me
from what does not belong
to where I might discover
what fits the evolution
befits the woman who does not
fit

I sit waiting to explore my
quixotic quest for the self I
am given to build
as jazz with screeching violin
brings the windmills of my mind
into stark relief and I smile
painfully
thinking of the audacity of me
giving music and that so recently
I read those lyrics gently

Ten days in December
coming soon to a life near you
conundrum solutions will be sought in them
possibly not found
a light instrumental plays now and I suspect
this music is intended to invoke
the pouring out of many things
cogs and loose bits that rattle
around in here
in me

And there is no grand finale
merely solos and the interplay
of cajoled tunes
flute-ology
a subject worth study
the work will begin
shortly

Where you’ll find me

In a simple place
bedecked with postcards that say
something of thoughts and show
something of wishes
I would pare it down daily
to essentials
to what I discover really matters
in my pilgrimage

Stones and storefronts
ferries that cross to take me
over rivers and channels
crosswinds of fate and circumstance
crystals and voices of philosophers
poets of thought and spirit
journeys and who is met on roads
come lie and walk beside me
who takes my hand
whose healing heart I hold
who holds mine

Books and tales
candles and cards
vessels and vestments
yes
just enough
no thing without a place
its space in mine