Sunday Scribblings #8 - Secrets

Walking backwards, I tripped.
Regaining my balance, my agile body continued.

It seemed the most perfectly normal thing to do.

To walk backwards, that is.

To do so was to explore myself.

"It's not worth it".
They all spoke so critically.
"You don't need to do this".

Sure I did. Stepping behind swaddled and protected me.

I carried on for quite awhile.
It got so the back of my body was my trusted guide.

Until my feet got tangled up once again.
Looking curiously at the ground behind me,
I could see nothing in my way.

"Psssst"....

Just another "auditory illusion"
That's what Dr. M. called them.

Lifting my right heel to carry on,
I longed to walk back into a more lucid and safe time.

After awhile I ignored that moving against the current was unnatural.
That my rigid body couldn't relax.

Again, something got in the way.
I was stopped in my tracks.

"Shhhh. Doooooown hhhhhhere."

I couldn't look quicky enough. There was nothing around.
Still, something had been there, it had now disappeared from my sightline.

Exasperated, I fell to my knees.
Palms spread on the sidewalk, searching.

I had to look closely, but finally I found the reoccuring obstacle.
Uncorked.

Secrets. A whole colony of tiny ant-like secrets that got in the way.

The ones that told me why. The ones that explained how.

Standing up, I walked forward.

Out.
Into.
Life.

Sunday Scribblings #7 - Eccentricities

Sauntering through the back alley, that's all she's doing.

The kids don't seem to notice her.
She doesn't stand out to them.
They encounter uniqueness with innocent eyes.
Too young to pass judgement.

Now the adults, they're different.
Yah, they stare.
All disapproving like.

The older folks whisper while the little ones smile.
They're "mature".

She blends into the children's laughter.
She wears her soul inside-out.

Hair bleached and piled up at least a foot in the air.
It probably measures at least that around too.
The giant pom-pom hair clips flutter in the light breeze.

Exquisite oversized purple peacock feather earrings dangle, caressing her neck.

"I love your alligator shoes", yells one of the kids.

She's proud of those shoes, a real find.
To think, someone was throwing them out.

Bending over the next garbage pile, she clutches the top of
her zebra striped blouse.
She's been meaning to sew that top button back on for ages.

More laughter.
This time taunting, evil.

"Get'chyer nose outta the trash lady. We don't need yer kind 'roun' here"

She moves on, misunderstood.

Eyes peeled, she comes across the perfect planter.
It's chipped, yes, but the bright pink and orange polka dots are cheery.

By now the paper clip holding her favourite sparkly skirt together needed fixing.

"Stay Ziggy", she told the overweight gerbal she'd been tugging along for company.
Her best friend in the world.

Walking by, a teenager horks in her direction.

"Dirty bag"

Moving along towards home she finds the most valuable treasure.
A crumpled fifty dollar bill.

Everything is right now. Judy, who lives in the alcove between the graffitied garage and her place, will be able to pay for a room tonight.

Sunday Scribblings #6 - Spicy

I sense the spicy-ness in my bones when I am

Groovin’ with my pal Nia

flying like the wind sur ma bicyclette

sharp-witted

the impetus for Andrew’s laughter

evoking curiosity, intrigue and mystery

smiling a sly grin

peppery and darn right sssssaaaaassy

boldly assertive, saying "fuck anyone who brings me down"

comfy in my sensual bare skin in the hot tub

Sunday Scribblings #5 - Town and Country

I'm a city girl.
I crave stimulation and choice.
I feed my active urges with variety.
I love exploring different neighbourhoods.
Checking out the vibe.
"What's around the corner? Where can I find my next adventure?"
Fascinated by the microcosmic societies.
Living and breathing entities
Existing together.

I can get a hit of something different
In the country.
A settling, a lifestlye with less complication.
When I have fewer choices, decisions are made in a flash.
Which at times is just as satisfying.
But after awhile the simplicity
Makes me squirrly.