Oh Hello There

Oh hello there,

My dear friends

and twinkling guardians.

 

Oh hello there,

way up in the dark midnight.

 

Oh hello there,

my loves.

 

It’s good to see you,

each and every one of you.

I see some of you couldn’t make it tonight;

that’s ok, I’ll see you soon.

You look so beautiful;

never leave.

 

It’s funny;

how in love with you I am.

My face hits the crisp night air.

My first reaction?

To look up to see if you’re there.

That crick in my neck?

I love it,

because I love you.

 

When you’re hiding,

or when the dark mantle of clouds cover

your shimmering eyes,

my heart sinks;

I miss you.

 

For days

you’re missing.

Sweet rains fall upon me,

but it’s not the same.

I miss you.

 

Then,

you return.

And the warmest of smiles

grows from my torso to

the corners of my face,

because,

there you are.

 

Dearest stars,

I just wanted to say,

“Oh hello there,

It’s good too see you,

you are magnificent,

and I love you.”

I Bet the Geese Know

My window sill is about 8 inches wide – just big enough for me to sit on in front of my open window and listen to the respected cracks of thunder and the gentle pitter-patter of the rain and soft hail slipping off the rust colored shingles. The ground looks funny. All green and speckled with white. In my mind I chuckle because the geese by the pond seem thoroughly unperturbed by the bold precipitation falling on their little goose heads. In fact they seem quite content. There’s two of them; they walk around together like buddies.

What do geese think about? Where to they all go at night and what do the think when they wake up? Did they know it was going to shower today?

…

The rain is starting to lessen now but the thunder still rolls on. With the soggy ground and tinted wet cement, colors seem more vibrant. Sharper in contrast. I didn’t notice it before, but there on the sidewalk, something caught my eye. A tiny table pumpkin and a wilted, magenta rose carnation – almost hidden under a bush.

When did those get there? Who put them there? And did they mean to forget them?

What story would they tell?

Perhaps they mean something. Perhaps it was a present from a little kid to his big sister when he came to pick her up from college with his mom and dad. Perhaps it’s the evidence from a night of one-too-many and got left outside, all in good fun. Or perhaps it’s a token of affection from one lover to the next when hearts and chocolate became meaningless cliches.

I’ll probably never know. But the contrast of the colors are so beautiful, my mind begins to wander.

It’s really just a mystery – a small pumpkin and a dead flower.

But maybe the geese know. Maybe they saw as they retreated to their unknown home for the night. The geese, yes, they probably know. Maybe I’ll just have to ask them one day. Ask them about the tiny table pumpkin and the magenta rose carnation.