A Writer's Blog

I know
No matter who I meet
How I meet them
And how things end with them
Those that I encounter
In my life’s journeys
Forever paint a part of themselves
On the canvas of my heart
Some will be like airbrush strokes
Of featherlight harmony and intimacy
Then gone like smooth quicksilver
Some will be outrageous splashes
Telling me that its way groovy
To wear perwinkles
Some will be abrupt swirls and splatters
All too happy to deliver well deserved kicks
To my denim-clad ass when I need it
Some will be sure and steady handed
Dispelling the prattle of soothsayers and naysayers
Allowing me to be myself
Then there will be some who will streak
Across my canvas like a comet
Then disappear and leave lingering afterimages
Each and every one is an artist
Channeling the colors and textures
Arranging and rearranging the mosaic pieces of my canvas
Into a priceless work of art
An epitome of who I am

©L. Kupfer

On the way to work
Thoughts on the traffic light
About to go green
The day ahead at the lab
Data to be measured
Recorded, and double-checked
For accuracy …
Just a moment ago ~

Someone else on their way
Thoughts on their traffic light
About to go red
No other thought but beating the light
Acceleration full out now
Too much for the trailer behind
The hitch lets loose …
Just a moment ago ~

The light now green
Thoughts on moving forward
Not aware of
The careening trailer now loosed
On a collision course
Too late to avoid it let alone see it
Metal crunches, glass shatters …
Just a moment ago ~

 Stunned and dazed
Against the deployed airbag
Pain and blood filling the senses
The intersection fills again
But no one stops
No one cares
They’re on their way to work …
Just a moment ago ~

Trailer has been towed away
Having totaled the Explorer that saved a life
No one came forward
No one appeared to have seen the other vehicle
Lose its load and leave the scene
They only complained about it
The wreck in their way …
Just a moment ago ~

Abrasions and cuts
A broken right hand
Blessed and lucky to be alive and walking
Another Explorer on its way
Will sit in the driveway
Soon enough
Life goes on from what happened …
Just a moment ago ~

Are we so busy we don’t see
Any moment may well be our last
Schedules and appointments
Fill our thoughts
No room for just being here right now
To say “I love …” or “I forgive …”
Because they’re gone and it was all over …
Just a moment ago ~

Dedicated to my very dear friend Lynn Kupfer,
who survived the moment and is still here for me to love
for all the moments we may have left ~

©Ranea Wright
4/29/2009
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