Swallowtail

Certain birds do it for me. Certain butterflies as well. The swallowtail ranks up there.

First swallowtail

Of the year.

It even flew

In front of my eyes

So I wouldn’t miss it.

It seemed it knew

I needed

A swallowtail sighting

To make the day

To make the week

To make the month

Somehow complete,

Somehow

More full.

Butterflies

Can do that.

Sometimes they must fly

Right by

Our eyes

A flash of yellow.

There

They say

Now you’ve got it.

Convoys

Who is our neighbor? The convoys can cross the border with help.

Because

There is not a wall,

The boundary

Is permeable.

Convoys can get in.

Convoys

May even be able

To go

The other way,

When we realize

When we finally realize

The time

Has come,

When we know

The time

Has been here

All along.

Non-vicarious things

Nothing like crashing from wall to wall in the middle of the night using a walker

Vertigo

Is not a new thing.

Still

Vertigo

With a walker

In the night

Had yet

To be experienced.

Now I have had

The experience.

I can add it

To the list.

My beloved says

I can live some things

Vicariously.

Still

I keep adding things

To the list

Of non-vicarious things.

Hobbies

I have not taken up knitting, though I understand it is soothing. I believe mosaic may be next.

Two boxes and a bag

Quilt fabric

Ready to go

To a place

Of need.

I run through

Hobbies

By the handful.

I have yet

To take up

Knitting

Though the texture

Appeals.

My daughter absconded

With the embroidery thread

Every DMC color

Wrapped carefully

In numerical order.

I consider mosaic

For the colors.

Yes

Mosaic

May be next.

More than heads

Ah, Easter Island.

We are always

More than our heads,

No matter what others

Might see.

Easter Island

Proves this.

For years we thought

They were only

Stone heads

On an island.

Now we know

We are all

More than heads.

There is always something

Under the surface.

We are all more

Than stone heads

On an island,

No matter what

Anyone else

Sees.

Nightly business

Sometimes it's something as simple as a bat, living its regular life.

Yes

It all takes time

All of it.

Never let it be said

Life happens

In the blink

Of an eye.

Then sometimes

Maybe too rarely

Something catches

Our eye

Maybe out the corner

Of our eye.

We left the restaurant

That something

Was a bat.

It went about its nightly business.

It swooped

For bugs.

Same glasses

There is a lot to be said for wearing the same glasses...for at least a few minutes.

The photos appear

From across the country

Remarkably alike

From South Carolina

To Kentucky

To Idaho

And beyond.

Some watched it

Recorded by NASA.

Remarkably alike

No matter

Who saw it where

Remarkably alike.

The topic of conversation

For two days

Even three

After it happened.

We all looked up

With the same glasses

For a moment

At least.