Defiant is the Word 

keeps sneaking into my dreams

like a girl with long thin sandy braids

on her screw-on metal roller skates

Twirling

 

slithers into my daily labor in the garden

bare hands weed, dig, prune, tenderly

treat those thorny things, noble thistles

Laughing

spending time memorizing new locations

street names, turns, maps, when GPS seems

bent on making us helpless, unable to survive

Without

 

definitely using cash, rarely that plastic card

robbing us in split seconds, keeping our fingers

from sensing paper, deciding, counting, valuing

Quietly

all that is offered to us as convenient, as necessary

easier, cheaper – tyranny of more – the price is high

yet we follow, follow news, fashion, others, ads, fads

Blind

 

costing us an arm and a leg, not taking time to muse

speak and act for ourselves, it accumulates, the gladly

mindless habits of copying – rusted, repeated same old

Sentences

defiant – needed quality to escape the slippery road down the drain

to hell of excess, to death of spirit, do we mean what we say, yes, painting

garage doors memorializing the dead and the freed, entrance gate squeaking

Brazenly

 

defending territory of original thought, listening to heart’s musical voices, choices

getting lost, waiting for raindrops to tickle eyelids, nose, lips, cheeks daring to receive

gently, slowly – rather than being sheep, becoming shepherd: tenacious steward of earth

of my own wild dreams, weaving light and dark, envisaging beyond our limited lifetimes 

Awake – doucement defiant

Archeological finds in Karinaland

Over the decades, many treasures, shards of glass and porcelain, small intact bottles,

rusted tools, and this screw-on metal roller skate, like the pair of my childhood.