it is an unpleasant thing
to live in the quirky neighborhood,
|"Puzzle" Watercolor and Ink on Paper|
By J. Artemus Gordon
a good ways from the thickest part
of the frantic throng.
fixating and stimming
on green minnow leaves
that shimmer against the waters of the sky.
the daily waking song,
the recitation of dreams,
the morning questions and videotaped answer
for her to play back over and over,
Yes, there will be snack. Yes, Mom is a girl.
Yes, there will be girl hair when we leave.
first she and I and then he
who married into this confluence
of ordered disorder,
this life has authentic charm.
Our victories are sweeter
for how long they take to manifest
for how quickly they can disappear.
this parallel universe
peopled with other singular folk
who understand the need for things
like space and processing time,
patience and velvet compassion,
smooth voices, soft dolls,
sweet routine and
more spice in everything.
Songs that play in color,
voices with texture,
folks who spin and swing and
hum and sing.
between the clouds,
Coppola nourishes her creative spirit with singing, early morning walks, collecting and making art with beach stones, cooking, spending quiet time with her husband and daughter, and communing with her cats. This poem was first published on her personal blog twenty four may on June 8 2017.