Tuesday, January 14, 2014

MY SOCKEYE SALMON SOUL


WHO AM I?
I am an old guy swimming laps in the Community Therapy Pool dodging the geriatrics with bathing caps in aqua-walkers and "swimmees" and avoiding the austitic teen in the Hawiian-print suit who is screaming and leaping with delight. Three middle-aged "regulars" swim laps to emerge feeling younger and fitter. I admit my 45-minutes of laps seem to last a lifetime. I congratulate the  bariatric woman for showing up. My Soul is a Sockeye Salmon and in its birth pool high above the Washington coast with its spawn-mates it leaps with youthful joy in the sweet water and circles and circles and then plunges downstream. It races over falls and leaps over obstacles until it reaches the salt water.  My Salmon Soul adapts to the rigors of a huge cosmopolitan ocean-going social neighborhood. The toxic, saline environment, which only a short time before would have killed it, now miraculously transforms it. 



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Friday, January 10, 2014

I AM THE MOTHER YOU HAVE NEVER MET



WHO AM I?
I am the mother you have always longed to know. The night you were conceived was a night filled with fireworks the way New Year’s is always celebrated in San Antonio. I was 17 and I was a firecracker! I was at a party with some of the girls from TJ (Thomas Jefferson High School). There was a record player in a living room and all the furniture was piled on the front porch. We had to go outside to make out. The guys had booze in the trunks of their cars. I was with a guy I met who was a trainee at Lackland AFB. At midnight he drove in a big old Plymouth way out on the the north side – almost to Helotes! (he got lost) I had him park on a hill so we look at the lights. Didn’t happen for only 5 minutes. All he wanted was what guys always want. He had to get out to take off his pants. He looked so white and skinny in the moonlight. It was cold when he came back in. We laid on the Plymouth front seat. He held me but his legs were cold. My panties and my garter belt confused him in the dark. We warmed up as he fumbled around. The angles were awkward. I could hear firecrackers exploding. He was on me with weight and pressure. The windows fogged. I wiped a place on the passenger window and glimpsed a star overhead. That was my lucky star. Then the pushing got intense and I closed my eyes and I held him in. 



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I AM YOUR CRISIS




WHO AM I?
I am the crisis that defines you. I may be that sudden automobile accident, that diagnosis, that unexpected email  rejection. I can be as quick as a slap across the cheek. Or, I may be one of those slow moving crises that seems to eat away at your gut day after day. That step off the edge of the pond you were two years old and went in over your head and gave you fear of water for the rest of your life. That poker game in which you were suddenly in way over your head. I am the panicky business investment which you have made and you're about to lose it all. The lie that came back to you.  The little mistake that now has gotten out of control. Remember me? I took your beautiful watercolor painting and slopped indigo paint on it - trailed it across your pretty bright colors. I am the splash of indigo in your life – your heart attack, your cancer, the abortion, the perfect relationship gone wrong. There goes your plans. Your hopes! Your dreams! Shot to hell. Fucked. And you are left with what? Broken dreams? broken idealism? You’re left broken.

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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

ACCEPTANCE



WHO AM I?
I am a college acceptance letter addressed to you which you found tucked away in your mother's desk 30 years after I was delivered. She never told you she had received me. Never mentioned me at all. It was a twist of fate you never knew about until after she had died and you were sorting things out. There, in the writing desk in her bedroom by her bed along with the grade school photos of cousins and old programs of musical concerts, lay one future for your life - an entire future in a single letter which went undelivered.



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