For Wednesday--Tattoos

For a tree that grew out of a often scribbled drawing, a pair marked it down. A third joined the ranks in design, an iteration. The fourth with the mother tree. A fairy ring of tattoos.

Three of Us

There is something about hearing our laughter together again that sealed the deal. We haven't been in the same location, all three of us, since a time we can't pin point. Maybe Easter of last year, maybe Memorial Day. I swear there was a time in July you both came into the shop I worked in, but that would have only been for a few minutes (and free frozen yogurt) so does that really count at all?

I can't describe the feeling yet, but it's coming back. The familiarity, the rhythms, the knitting.

Tomorrow

I get to see my ladies. Two women who inspire me, laugh with me, understand me to a depth rare in this world. Words are not enough.

Grandma & Grandson

I hope he remembers this moment. Tan faced toddler in shorts a t-shirt, arm fully extended from reaching up to grasp the hand of his grandmother. I know her town, palest skin, white curly hair, wearing a pink house gown, staring up at the sky as if she is staring down the heat, concentrating. The little boy knows nothing of the heat, the street, shows only joy on his face. His fingers playing in his mouth, watching my ruby car as I drive by; me, thinking, I hope he remembers this moment.