A Faithful Old Dog

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If my body were a puppy, I would love it.  I would love it through the rumble tumble time.  I would love it when it chewed up my shoes, and I would love it all snuggled up in blankets while I read a book.  I would smile at its bark and savor the kisses.

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I would tickle its fat little tummy and laugh.

If my body were a mountain, it would be an Appalachian and not a Rocky.  All mounds and curves, nothing jagged. 

If my body were an infant, I would feed it when hungry and rock it to sleep.

If my body were a tree, I would marvel at the changes the years would bring.

If my body were a leaf, it would be from an oak. Ordinary for its place and time, but still a miracle to be in awe of.

If my body were a creek, it would start out as a trickle growing and growing until it needed to release the overflow to something larger than itself.

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Montage

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I’m standing on the beach at Kaneohe Air Station.  I’m 9. The wind blows my hair, and the sun has warmed the smooth lava beneath my feet. The sky is blue but also filled with clouds and the ever-present Hawaiian rainbow. The tidepools are full after the liquid sunshine that we called the short rains of a typical Hawaiian day. I am alone and reveling in my newfound freedom. I am allowed to roam. And I do. I pick my way…

Down the aisle of the school bus. He is sitting on the back bench. I think he is saving a seat for me. We will hold sweaty hands too shy to look at one another…

I look up and see my first love ambling down the street carrying a large heart-shaped box of Whitman chocolates. I scramble down the apple tree and race to him, engulfing and engulfed in a hug as expansive as…

The back pasture of a farm in East Lynn. The hay is green, and the Appalachian sky is crystalline it’s so clear. Again, I am alone. I am free to roam, but my life allows so few alone times that I relish them. The daisies, nearly three feet tall, are blooming. I have a paper due but I’m in love with…

The passion of my life. We stand on the pier at Okauchee Lake. He towers over me. His piercing blue eyes soft for once and the cold night whipping his dark hair around. He leans down to kiss me after I say yes and his beard scratches my face, but I love it. I love him, but we don’t marry. Fate intervenes and…

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My Heart Beats a Cha-Cha

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My heart beats a cha-cha after a few moments in the garden.  Two steps back, one step forward, swing those hips, and pivot…

Watering plants and watching the arc of water make rainbows in the bright sun.  Tending the flowers.  Vegetables are too worthy, too practical, too real word for my idea of gardening.

I want the Secret Garden with a secret door.  I want lush, verdant, and bursting with flowering shrubs, vines, and plants. Irish moss.  I want fragrance and the hum of happy bees.

I want to cha-cha with the watering can.

A dreamscape.  An escape from the real world behind my morning glory covered garden gate where the Mock Orange scents the hair this time of year.

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