Saturday, October 11, 2014

butterfly couplet

What's lighter and more airy than a butterfly in flight?
The answer is its shadow in a dance of golden light.

Monday, March 3, 2014

End of a Marriage

Meera announced to me on Saturday, March 1st, that the first documents for initiating her divorce from me are ready and she needs me to go up to Union City to sign them.

It breaks my heart. I love her as much as I did when I fell in love with her more than 17 years ago. I love our family and it breaks my heart to see it torn apart this way.

It has been a grueling 16 months. I feel I did all I could to reconcile with her and repair our marriage, but, from what I can tell, her resolve to end it was sure and unwavering from the day she asked for a separation in October 2012.

Meera is moving on with her life, but will continue to share the parenting responsibilities with me. I will continue to do what I can to support her and encourage her when that is welcomed by her and appropriate. I also resolve to give her the space and distance, and try not to impinge on her peace of mind, her freedom to live her life, and fulfill herself according to her needs and desires.

I will continue to keep the lines of communication open to the best of my ability, and strive to understand her needs and feelings when she expresses them, and refrain from imposing my emotional burdens on her.

I will continue to love her, and wish her well. I will strive not to encroach on her life and pursuit of happiness when I'm battling with my own demons.

I will continue to honor, and love, and respect, and admire her. Meeting her, the good years we shared together, the creation and nurturing of our beautiful children, have been the most fulfilling and wonderful experiences of my life, and I will always cherish the blessings Meera's brilliant and generous soul have brought me.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

true life sonnet

Rural Revolution: Country Alarm Clock

The day began with Julian still asleep,
With thirteen minutes till his bus was due.
I thought, because his slumber was so deep,
Attempts to get him up just would not do.

And, being one who likes to take his time
To shower, dress, and look his very best
To send him out unkempt would be a crime:
Perhaps I’ll let him sleep and get his rest.

But no, I said, “Wake up!” and gave a poke
Then went to brew some coffee for us two,
While he, my son once bidden to awake, awoke;
His preparations in a flash were through.

   "So I don’t miss the bus, Dad, would you drive?”
   Well played, he was the first one to arrive.

This actually happened this morning, every word is true, except some of the quotes aren't strictly verbatim.  Julian, who is 14 and has recently developed a taste for black coffee in the morning, has to get to the bus stop by 7:00.  I woke up at 6:44 a.m. I woke him up at 6:47. 

I googled for a clock reading that time. Found a photo in a post by another blogspot user (a delightful early morning story as well). I cropped the photograph and decided it looked better in negative when after I accidentally flipped it.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

you'll thank yourself later

Fill thy dishwasher while ye may, 
Old dishes molder green: 
And these same saucers that smell today 
Tomorrow will shine clean.

 I'm going to be late for work, but at least I'll come home to clean dishes and counter space.

I poked n stroked till my wrist got numb
An you know I heard some dish-washer humm