Mini Vacation

MINI VACATION sweetness of four days off in a row to pitter, to dream, to combat the clutter and dust, even the walls how have i missed that? to dream on paper with dot to dots, morse code – oh, help-me-not! so relaxed like a mini vacation 24/7 – no rush the slow grind of coffee beans – taking moment to filter the smell through my nose, the ah and ah, having time on my side. the interlude of grands their giggle girl laughs, rolling eyes, oh – their sweet hugs, i can’t buy and the birthday of a g-son too far away – hope he had fun, a good one! a lone pink cloud comes into sight brimming at the window’s corner, more of pink and lavender, like eyelid shades. it’ going to be a pretty day, my last day before work calls my name. the wall of books surround me, poetry of course – Langston Hughes, Carl Sandburg; Unsinkable and even Little House On The Prairie and first season of Downton Abbey – lotsa chattering in that one (missing Poldark) and just a scintilla of news, only a tiny bit ah, yes, a vacation of sorts. and the best part – visiting my folks, a day trip – asking my dad questions that prompt his eyes to light up. and to inundate me with so many details – of water holes near the tracks, of Bethel Island, of not eating ever, as he recalls in his childhood memory sleepy state. a movie with mom. perhaps an Oscar for LaLa Land. two great big hugs as i leave. i needed this week! Kim Rodrigues © 2017