Sunday, June 22, 2008: Me

I am a wife, a mother, a girl

I sometimes wonder how I got here

I am the master of my fate, the captain of my soul

I am a picker of buttercups and the big bullying daisies

I sleep flat on my back

I like to have my feet in sand

I should go to sleep

I should drink less wine

I have dreamed a dream of happiness. And live it

I love my mother and father and brother

I don't know where I'm going

I want to travel again

I always wish you were here

I live to eat

I love strawberries and cheese and butter and milk and lamb chops

I love the smell of the rain

I think people should be nicer to one another

I believe in peace

I hug trees

I heart the moon

I know the stars are always there

I don't spend enough time with me, alone

I acknowledge that I make mistakes

I adore my husband -- is he real?

I know that my daughters can't possibly be real

I talk to my cat. And he listens

I would love/to/fly. With wings of my own

I think surfing is really really hard

I love snowboarding. In powder

I really really really think it is wrong for bugs to land in my wine and then get into my mouth

I love me. Maybe not my thighs. But they have grown on me over the years

I am growing a great garden. And I'm proud of it

I hate gophers

I have the greatest pair of brown leather boots in the world

I wish it was still easy to find a good shoemaker

I hate people who don't let you merge

I wish my family lived closer

I miss running in the Village

I get really afraid on bridges

I cry when I think about how much my mother loves me

In the Winter Sunshine

Blonde curls and bright blue eyes

Sugar cookie smiles

Splashing in the winter sunshine

The little one comes swimming

Really just toe tipping

Upturned nose at the water-top

“Look out baby!

I’m jumping!

I’m swimming!”

Bubbles and wild hazel eyes

A mama’s sure hands 

Coughs and tears in the slanted sunshine

“You alright baby!

You come jump and swim with me”

Together in the winter sunshine.

marlynmarincas, 3/3/08

stuck in the six o'clock hour

2 March 2010, Quintana Roo

When you open your eyes and your arms
your heart grows.

Tribute 1

To Begin an Even Knowing: 

Michael Theune 

Accept rocks. Or whatever touches them. 

Remember depth. 

Collect fish. 

Trust echoes: the pulse from your level hand, 

the wave through wire. 

Draw a map of heaven. Draw the sun. Say "Burn." 

Memorise your country's stars. 

Know you would be lost in half the world. 

Set your story on fire. 

Consider what this world has not been, 

your hands folded on the edges of this page. 

Count the universes you missed 

because you spoke the right word. 

Follow children's voices. Define green. 

Mean purple. 

Begin "Amen." 

June 23, 2011

What really matters

I fell in love with you
I got in my car and drove away
with you
I chose to spend my life
 with you

You are not the first person I ever loved
But you can try to be the last

March 5, 2009

A Song For My Daughter
Open your arms wide, girl.
Make them go around.
Hold your dog, hold your cat,
Hold your sister too.
Open them big.
Make them go around.

Open your arms wide, girl.
Make them go around.
Hold your Mama, hold you Dad,
Hold your Gramma too.
Open them big.
Make them go around.

Open your arms wide, girl.
Make them go around.
Hold your home, hold your town,
Hold your country too.
Open them big.
Make them go around.

Open your arms wide, girl.
Make them go around.
Hold the forest, hold the sea,
Hold the desert too.
Open them big.
Make them go around.

Open your arms wide, girl.
Make them go around.
Hold the Earth, hold the Sky,
Hold all the stars too.
Open them big.
Make them go around.

Open your arms wide, girl.
Make them go around.
Hold my heart, hold your dreams,
Hold all the hope there is.
Open them big, girl.
Make them go around.
Marlyn Marincas, March 5, 2009