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The Delicious Now
by Alison McKenzieI am a fugitive,
Alone in a
Strange hotel shower,
Fresh from the pool’s chlorine
And bathed in bulk soap;
Bumps and muffles from
The suite next to mine;
The frogs and the ocean serenade me.
I check the bed for bugs
Since the feds stopped spraying
A few years back.
I notice how long my hair has gotten,
Hanging wet and stringy to
The middle of my back,
Momentarily frustrated
Since I’ve forgotten my brush.
There’s only one solution,
And I am loathe to employ it.
A treasure from the musician
Who played for the patrons at supper,
A fresh CD plays on the
Boombox I somehow managed to remember.
My mobile phone flashes red –
No nearby cell towers to deliver
The details of a missed call or two.
Incognito for the duration.
I stretch out on the bed,
Sporting only pretty panties and a t-shirt
Since my pj’s didn’t make it into the suitcase either.
I remembered extra socks,
Nine bras,
And twelve outfits –
But must have desired something
More
Naked for slumber.
I take a deep breath
Inhaling the decadent quiet of my retreat,
A west coast fugitive
Boning up on the tsunami brochure just in case
And rallying my senses
For the delicious now.
06/02/2010 Author's Note: Note to self - when embracing the "now", one should be more aware of slippery mud and the need for caution (and my left ankle agrees with a resounding "Ouch".)
Posted on 06/02/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/04/10 at 03:34 AM Suitcases and cell phones... shedding the trappings of plans and "have to's" and simply enjoying the present. To be honest, I don't know if I could do it. The poem makes me want to try though. :) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/06/10 at 03:31 AM Your poem slips me into your now like a fresh wind through the window - vibrating the metal frame like a violinist with no composer or composure... hmmmm... still hooked by another recent pome of yours... Anyway, Ali, I sure like the way you can just relax into the moment and pick up its whispers to echo back to us so beautifully. Thanks.
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| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 06/08/10 at 01:03 AM ah, this reminds me and none too cheerily of my days on the road for a large unnamed corporation; the packing, the forgetting, the missteps, the longing for home..:0 |
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