Hobo's Poems

director, how much you've grown in your role parents grateful, calming and gentle presence for H,  Thank you for all of the nurturing you gave M,  You helped A feel supported and loved  Thank you for taking care of D and keeping him safe I love you for teaching me, the little boy signs his name in blue crayon

The sand is soft warm carpet exactly what I need.  20 years since I moved here from New Mexico.  Tony took me that first summer in 2003 to NJ for a beach day.  He was a friend of a friend of a friend from NM, and  afterwards we went for seafood at the Lobster Shanty Once, in 2005, I went to the Jersey Shore alone simply to get a few hours near the ocean.  My mom was physically alive then, but she lived in New Mexico and this encounter with the sand and sea was for both of us. It always is.  Then, I listened to the "keep going" wild voice that says  the adventure is not over yet for the day. At 27, I showered and changed, got on the PATH, walked past Union Square, went out dancing with Kristi   in Manhattan at Beautify Bar  Today, 46, I am at Coney Island by myself.  Twenty years ago, a stranger once tried to swim with me here.  It was like he came over and asked me to dance.  I was not into him. Still, I smiled and swam away re...

How can I be of service to Jessica? I do the love. lovework lovelife lovemoments loveride lovemovement lovelaughter lovecalls lovenotes lovewalks lovezooms

I was looking with her. I climbed out on the rocks, too. I had no idea what before her/me. Boulders behind, above, smooth followed by choppy waters. I want to tell her, myself, be careful. You are loved. You are safe. You will soar. The little girl already knows about goodbyes. Recognizes when she leaves her former self. She is a protector. She is protected by God. She is not afraid to climb and go further. Fly far away. She is changing every day. We cannot grasp this version of ourselves  and know it the same tomorrow. Scratch out, topple down, disappear, fall into the water down, down, our bodies, physical, our personalities, soul, sleek scared, brave, courage, cared for.  What happened to the girl in the New Mexico mountains? I never spoke to her. She never knew I saw her. Hmmm, did she see me? I could have reached out to give her my hand. She did not seem to need it. Is she on a cliff somewhere now looking out as I am observing myself at sea at 43? Now I am 46 in Forest Hi...

To My Inner Self: What would you like to reveal to me tonight? What do I need to know for January 22, 2015? For almost February, for the role of Professional Me, Poet, Career Changer, Daughter, Wife. Change will happen for the better like I am grown up, like I am 37, content, satisfied, achiever of success. Am I pushing too hard? I confront pain, victimhood, time, and ego.  

  The little girl with straight blonde hair at the edge of the rocks What is the little girl looking for? I notice she could fall The possibility of it  No one is watching but me A man, likely her dad, is holding a baby walking slowly around the top of the hill How did she climb down to the edge of the rocks? Is she 8? I was 22 that day I saw her Where does the girl belong? The girl belongs everywhere I see secureness in her She is steady in that spot looking out at the never-ending lake of possibilities heep of rocks jutting up behind her danger of how to crawl over the jagged edges how to get back to her family and go somewhere else I saw myself in her  I took the photograph of her in 1999 a piece for my final exhibit in a journalism class last semester of my journey at NMSU The image was captured on the nikon camera i did not take care of the one where i developed all of my own photos in the dark room telling Sterling, my professor, about the end of my parents' marriag...