Stars: We See Differently

Stars: We See Differently
My amazement shined past you as I looked up and saw the apparition against the backdrop of stars.
Late evening on a cold, frosty night before the dead of winter, before the winter shut us up.
I beckoned you to join me watch on the balcony, halfway up the first great constellation.
You arrived and hesitantly you stayed in the cold night air.
“Have you ever seen anything like it?” I asked. “Look at its tail. Can you see it?”
Binoculars in hand, I positioned things forward to find the better view.
Now glowing among the stars and moving ever so finitely away from us.
We stared up at the same dark sky seeing different things.
The sky now a backdoor to our dreams.
Home and children with cries and laughter -filled nights evade our privacy.
Then one cold, frosty night before the dead of winter, my child and I bundled up warmly,
His dad unawares upstairs under wool and heaviness,
I beckoned my child to join me on the porch, our eyes wide as the moon hanging before us,
The stars a backdrop to the orb’s gala event.
“It’s there!” I point, dropping my voice in deferential delight. “Look at the shadow. Can you see it?”
We scuff our feet on the porch pavement the better to angle our bodies forward.
“I see it,” he exclaims and smiling large, lets me know he sees it, too.
The sky a grand staircase to his dreams, and I sigh delighted at his discovery.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Meteors and Stars

Meteors and Stars
A shove gets us out of bed, and down the stairs we go
Grabbing fleece to where our chariot awaits
To take us to the godly place
Where the heavenly show begins.
We park in silence knowing our parts
Then enter stage right to begin.

Sky casts round our heads
Early morning coats our breath
We walk into colossal field and stop.
Bodies swelling into each other the better to stay still
While we look upwards towards the starry streaks
That pierce the sky, and shimmer as they fade
Against the backdrop of real summer stars.

After heaven’s orations and our adoration
We disentangle our limbs and finally leave
Our heads hanging down in relief
The sky show is finished, the flares burning out
Except for one or two we leave about,
We bade goodnight and return via Appian Way to sleep.

Ava Hypatia

Prompt by D’Verse Poets

 

Posted in Uncategorized | 6 Comments

Mom’s Itchy Skin


Mom’s Itchy Skin

Dear Itchy Skin,

You have made my mother itch all night and she thinks she has scabies and asks me 10 times in 12 hours if she has scabies, and every time I say no, I have had scabies, that is not scabies. Your dermatologist is right, it is eczema, dry skin…you are drying out like late fall grapes forgotten on the vine, mom. I put on a blue latex glove from the box the home health nurse has brought her and she guides me to the right prescription tube, the blue and white one…..among the many on her dresser and lined up in her top drawer. We begin the application on her back. She accepts my touch in a way she never would have when younger, when she hated excessive hugs or warm pressed kisses on her lips from her daughters. Now she accepts it all and directs me to her itchiest spots and I pretend to treat her medicinally through my touch when really I am massaging her old skin and bones to give her pleasure. We go on like this for minutes and minutes, as I watch the cream sink and disappear into her skin.   I add more and more cream and see the dry skin starting to curl under my latex gloved fingers. She is peeling away from your itchy incessant meddling, and I go gently to keep her in the moment, rubbing each part of her back as she tells me what feels good, careful not to go too deep, now hoping I am peeling away some of her old age frustration for the day. Thank you for giving me a chance to touch my mother, you thankless annoying itch.

-by Ava Hypatia

————————————————-

Note: Inspired by Ablution by Amy Fleury; written and recorded for d’Verse Poets.

Posted in Uncategorized | 15 Comments

Trip Dialog I

Trip Dialog I

“I am going on a journey,” I say.
“How far?  How long?  When will you be back?” I ask.
“Not far.  Just around the bend of the universe.  I’ll be back before lunch.”
“Oh,” I say, “No hurry.”

-by Ava Hypatia

Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

Autumn Litter

Autumn Litter

Autumn’s leaves in Winter’s dregs,
Scattered litter.
Falling into the cesspool of life.
Like the rest of us.

-by Ava Hypatia

Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

As I Watch from My Door

As I Watch from My Door

You and your glide as you turn the corner from my door
Captures the imagination
of lasting evenings
Pursed lips bend down the neck of a swan
And wrap tight limbs to cover the shiver created by anticipation.

-by Ava Hypatia

Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Old Childhood Memory

Old Childhood Memory

Our brook harbored rocks, guppies and trolls
As freeway cars sped by up above
Where childhood oak trees ruled the skies
And sidewalks lasted a thousand miles.
I feel it now, the heated pavement
Biking down the curved sidewalk
Sweaty palms on handlebars
The cawing of crows high up above
Holding court on thick branches
To other creatures across the slow speed of day.
The lilac bush, the yard dividers
hid us so well from each other
And mothers and calls to dinner
Our shrieks as the neighborhood boys
Crossed our yard at dusk,
Dirty shirts, dirty faces, dirty feet on the way to baths.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment