Holiday

I'm going on vacation and I'm calling it a holiday; I think I'm becoming anglosized.

Friday Haiku

I dreamt of you and
didn't recognize my home,
or me, when I woke.

The blades of grass look
soft in the photograph on
your desk; camera's lie.

The light through bedroom
window breaks, I am alone.
I feel the clouds pass.

Magnetic Poles

Scientists can read the number of times the "North" and "South" poles have switched over the thousands and thousands of years since the Earth was born. I forget how often it has happened, but it does, and they can tell.

Today the poles have shifted between my head and my toes so many times I'm scared to name them all. I wonder what the records will show.

Brighton

Sing It

Sometimes you're the clothes line,
Sometimes you're the clothes.
Sometimes it all dries together, baby,
Sometimes you're just a fool in love...

Sweet Home California

It is 15 days until I fly home to California. It is strange to count the days, to think I've been away almost 8 months. My longest stretch before was 10 months abroad, but this time it's different: I'll go back home across the Atlantic this time.

A friend asked about my month-long visit, about how I was adjusting to living in London and how glad I was to be seeing family and friends again.

'Ah,' she said, 'but you still call California "home."'

'I call home wherever where I'm not,' was my reply. 'I have homes all over the world.'

Truth is, I was startled by her question. I was unsure how to respond, without knowing just then what I thought about home. I do have homes all over the world, places I feel loved and welcome--Yreka, Santa Cruz, the Bay Area, Galway, Los Angeles--but right now I can't imagine living anywhere but London.

In the Bar

The DJ moved between decks
in glasses and a sweater.

Oldies, newbies, everything
toe-tappingly gorgeous.
I wanted to dance.

She took my hands
and we butt-bumped
across the hardwood floor.

For Saturday - The Train

The train left the platform at 08:12:00. The board read 08:12:00 after we ran through the corridor and up the stairs, the train nowhere in sight.

We caught the 8:42:00 train instead.