In an Afternoon

 Today is a day that passed by pleasantly amidst the bumps and snags flowing from one moment to the next. I'm reminded of Jason Mraz's song, After an Afternoon. You leave it a little breathless and wanting for more. Today think of the moments that leave you breathless, where do you feel it--not in your head, not the feelings happy, sad, ambivalent--really, where to do feel it? In your big toe in your right foot? Now show us, give us the words and put us in your body.

In Jason's world

In our world


An Afternoon

We're late. We're late. We're late.
Sitting at the base of my collar bone
Keeping time with my heart

Balloons! Balloons! Balloons!
The pounding time Flying
Left eye to left temple

Stop! Stop! Stop!
Ballooned eyes see the red.
Never ending brakes lit up ahead

Socks, socks, socks.
I look down and swallow the lump
Bowling with no socks!

Tears, tears, tears.
Welling in the backseat
Don't worry, we'll find some socks.

Where? Where? Where?
Long, lurid breath brings a sigh
Socks are easy to come by

Panic. Panic. Panic!
Where's the party girl?
No, no Lucy here.

Hand. Hand. Hand
Small and warm to the car
Oh. Four weeks early. Let's go...

Home. Home. Home.
Backyard mud, squishy toes
Belly laughs and clay river dams

Breathe, breathe, breathe
Warmed face tipped toward the day
Eyes close. Ears steeping little songs