Today is surreal. What do I like about our new President...his intelligence and that extreme ability not to get his undies in a bunch over others' remarks that have nothing whatsoever to do with his ability to lead the country. I like the calm nature about him, but I also sense a great deal of confidence and innate ability to protect. My favorite characteristic about President Barack Obama is his diversity. In him, I see a miracle that we, Americans, made happen together. I see every culture, creed and color. I like that his mother is white and he was raised by white grandparents and I like that his wife is the color my daughter was. I like that he is opened to dialogue about his father, the departure. I like that his face will restore Americans' ability to travel internationally and be welcomed (again). I don't think Americans will ever be revered or idolized internationally. Those days are over. I like that he has a squeaky clean track and is scandal free. I like the way he will handle the fabric of America (sin arrogance, sin greed, sin cockiness, sin 'i am god'). I like that he chose cabinet people who make up and represent a variety of us, which is all of us, which is America. To me, President Barack Obama represents health. I know for some it seems scary to have a President with his creed and background, a President with his name, but I am so proud of us all for becoming tired, for becoming open-minded, for trusting, for choosing and voicing the need to be different, the need to put on a new suit. I think he will maintain many of the traditions of past presidents, but he will do so under our say, our eyes, in our presence, not behind doors, not behind fabrication, not behind lies, not behind manipulation. He won't keep us out of the know. I like that he is honest and has been from the get. He will be a lion. Humbly so.
It's May 2012 and nothing has changed since November.11. I am all smiles at my relationship and myself. My honey and I continue to amaze each other on a daily basis. We're still ever so 'in' with each other. I completed my MA in literature last May and I'm teaching four college English courses to really smart students. I am hopeful to enter a doctorate program soon. This way, I can run out.All is scary good.
upon hearing your voice life again expands like moon crest like pomegranates swell to the sun and you are patient because god calls
when he came for you this morning you were bent into the flower bed singing black hymns so he left you alone until this third afternoon but even then he found you elbow deep in jewel weed with a mouthful of figs from a nearby tree again he waited because each time seemed to him an inconvenience and a wrong moment
and it was your persistent humming that drove him up and back until he could get his timing perfect he waited another day or so until
your gardening tools rest into porch corners your paring knife shines deeply into a drawer your hair comb lies slanted in a shoebox your wedding band hides in the mattress your fishing rod stays stolen
the sound of your voice desires to sing or hum but this time is perfect he has covered you like lavender-colored silence but he has also added streaks of olive green and pink because this is what the other soul-folk has told him to do and he has become tired in the process and therefore begins to rush sonances of your body he finds you the least complex when you are not outdoors digging in that garden, humming hymns and thriving and for a moment he questions his own timing its perfection and everything goes accordingly until he finds you have buried fruit peels and wandering jew petals underneath your back this does not anger him but it tilts his agility to deliver you and in his own questioning and presence of smells that he cannot privilege all this over powers his choice all this reels his otherwise perfection into letting you go
when i see you sitting in the plush squares of limitless St. Augustine your eyes are lit like crystal warmed soil releases from each of your hands
how did i get to this point this point of knowing you for you are nearly a century old