Ode to Cowboy

Here you are, talking about some new way to deal with compost.Some hairbrain scheme, I think. You forge ahead without gathering info - no internet perusal or calls to the local gardening shop.You create your own scenario and I become irritated.

Why should this irritate me when it is the rebel in you that I love? Feeling your bare bum with my hands as I embrace you, at the side of the highway, between the pickup truck and the lake, where we stopped to watch the swans. My hysterical laughter blossoms forth with this discovery. You have dropped your pants, just for a lark, just to see my smiling eyes.

You provide a reality check for not caring what other people think. I call you my hillbilly as you ski in paint stained coveralls and a baclava rolled up on the top of your head, amongst streamlined, synthetic, brightly colored skisuits. I cruise the thin line between self conscious embarrassment and the pride of not caring what those others see and think.

You, my philosophical cowboy with neither horse nor cows. Married to the land and waiting for calves. Preparing .... always preparing. Where do I fit in all this I ask, treading the road that dissappears into the future. Well, you are here now you say, in honest amazement.

Radha

Watching the moon at Midnight

Watching the moon at midnight had become commonplace for Sherri. She would fall into bed exhausted once the twins were settled around 9 o'clock. She had learned how to still her mind and fall into a deep sleep. But always, just before midnight she would rise. Well, not exactly. It was more like something would rise up inside her. In the centre of her dreams, in the core of her being there would be a stirring. It was an excitement she couldn't ignore, as the tingling spread outward to her skin and upward into her consciousness. With guilty pleasure she would awaken and grabbing her housecoat, slip outside onto the patio.
There the moon would be waiting for her. Tonight she sighed as she gazed at its brightness, not quite full. This was her quiet time, secretly claimed. The moon seemed to look back and penetrate her very being, assuring her it had called her from her sleep. The moon and her held no secrets between them. All was revealed, slowly accepted and forgiven. Being alone with the twins was tough and Sherri knew she made mistakes. But as she and the moon looked deeply into one another, she felt drawn up and enfolded in the vastness of Love; pulled into the purity of Truth.
Truth was she did her best, day to day. The moon offered her a whole other world of thoughts and desires and wonderment that stretched past her everyday existence. A million possibilities to muse apon. She would carry these held safely in her heart the next day, like little shining lights. They would surface at unknown moments throughout the mundane activities involved in raising 4 year olds on her own. She would smile as she knew with certainty her connection to a larger lifeforce where beauty and harmony reigned. A peacefulness would settle within her, as she witnessed the innocent laughter of these beautiful little beings entrusted to her care.
Radha