These Words Are My Diary, Screaming Out Loud

The Acrobat Man
First comes the light show:
A flickering here, then there...
a serene scene that leaves you in awe,
distracting your eyes.
Second, the shock:
The awful, exciting surprise
that freezes your spine, mouth open wide
and making a noise that cannot be yours.
Then comes the finale:
The acrobat flies!
Over the flickering lights, and the
corn-stalk audience
onto the pavement
into my arms,
into my tears:
Fin.

If you want to know the backstory: http://nikkiandsailboats.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-you-just-need-to-talk-about.html

The Juggling Comes to an End Now

Where are You From?

I am from grey carpet
white walls
and black furniture.
Airports and changing time zones,
passports and checked bags,
a family of nomads is where I'm from.

I am from BDU's
and MRE's
and TDY's
and OPSEC
and the DoDEA.

I am from "Yes sir"
and "No running in the house"
and "Don't hit your sister"
and "Happiness is a choice"
and "Have you seen my hamster?"

I am from footpaths to
ship rides to
covered wagons
to a new Dodge Nitro.
England, Denmark, Pacheco, Blanding,
Stuttgart, Wurzberg, Zama, San Angelo,
San Pedro, Sagamihara, Syracuse,
Logan,
Minneapolis is where I'm from.

I am from enchiladas, taco salad
Spaghetti, sloppy joes, ice cream
and sandwiches
Hold the gluten, please.

I am from daddy daughter dates
and perpetual nick names:
Ray, Don, Ron, Jon, Nikki.
I am from long walks across great plains
and longer walks across dangerous deserts.
Pioneers
Soldiers
Unwavering Mothers and Wives
A family of Heroes
That's where I'm from.

My Ridiculous Fall Poems

Shake It, Leaf
The leaves dance around us
A vigorous waltz, a rapid foxtrot, an emotional tango
the wind as their beat, deciding which direction they will go
down the sidewalk, through the crowds, on the roof, in the gutter
fancy dances that fly through air and leave on snowy clouds.

The Apple
I have been waiting for you.

It was you I was thinking of
on the hot days
on the cold days
when I was thirsty
or when I could not get out of the rain.

I have been waiting for you.

It was you I was thinking of
when I was green
with the pain of growing
and when I was reddened
unsheltered from the suns hot rays.

I have been waiting for you,
so please
pick me.