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The grocery store becomes a maze
the moment I walk in~
a senior-sized obstacle course
I never signed up for.
The top shelves taunt me first,
stacked with everything I actually need.
I stretch, I rise on tiptoe,
I perform a small, wobbly ballet~
only to watch the cereal box
remain smugly out of reach.
Then come the bottom shelves,
where the soda cartons lurk.
I squat like a cautious archaeologist,
praying my knees won’t file a complaint.
I tug at the twelve-pack~
it tugs back.
We negotiate.
Eventually, I win,
but only by calling it a team lift
between me and the Holy Spirit.
Carts whiz by like racecars,
children dart like squirrels,
and I weave through the aisles
with the grace of a retired gymnast
who misplaced her balance in 1998.
But somehow, I make it~
past the shelves, past the soda,
past the checkout line that moves
with the speed of continental drift.
And when I finally reach my car,
I feel triumphant.
Victorious.
Practically athletic.
Who needs a gym membership
when the grocery store
offers a full-body workout
and a spiritual lesson
in patience, perseverance,
and laughing at myself
every single time.
Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned “barbe à papa” - winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed in gold, with their brassy red and blond manes, as they hopped, like slow-motion rabbits, in circles beneath wreaths and garlands of colored lights.
My watch jiggled me awake, mid-dream. I was bemused. It took me a moment to orient myself. I groggily pushed the sheets off and performed a big stretch. It's Monday morning, I think. “Alexa, what’s today?” I ask, to be sure. “It’s Monday, April 25th,” she says.
A beautiful, if cloudy spring morning was going to bloom on the other side of my jacobian glass windows - any minute now. At least according to my weather app. “Alexa, good morning,” I say, to start my rattling, sputtering, steampunk sounding coffee maker.
College time is warped, measured more in deadlines than minutes. There’s no plan other than your class or test schedule and let me refresh you on the rules – there are no rules, I’m free to do whatever I want. I actually chuckle at that thought.
College is transformative but there’s a hoary sameness to it. Read, discuss, review and test - wash, rinse and repeat. This morning is reserved for test review. I have a final this morning - well, sort of.
Some classes have a quintet of tests instead of a big midterm and nerve-racking final. It smooths out the stress, but you still have an almost forensic exploration of ideas, and you want the answers queued-up, ready for easy access.
I quickly washed and donned my workout-wear. A glance at my watch told me I was right on time. I’d loaded my shoulder bag last night, with my book, highlighters, my phone, Air-Pods and a water bottle. I grab it as I head out. I’ll do my review on the treadmill.
Anna opens her door just as I do mine - perfect. We’re off to the gym.
Late evening flash
Moist breezy glimpse;
Abrupt rain
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Strange journey
Dreamy silhouettes;
Vivid backdrop
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Hazy skyline
Concrete toothpicks;
City skyscrapers
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By city fringe
Curious onlookers;
Random commotion
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New park bench
Metallic sparkle;
Cold stainless steel
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Childcare centre
Small people congregate;
Life at play
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By this park bench
Two lovers kiss;
Midnight tryst
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Jog and log
Fitness agenda;
Gym workout
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Last day here
September goodbyes;
Rain for tears
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Book bazaar
Sun-baked tomes;
Wisdom ageing
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Tea leaves wet
Hot brew swirls;
Aromatic interlude
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Old-time ambience
Espresso moment;
Cafe glimpses
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Rainbow sky
Promises kept;
Surreal feeling
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Leon Enriquez
04 October 2016
Singapore
The club event at the Paralympics,
Is unique only to the Paralympics,
And is for people with cerebral palsy,
Or for the brain injured traumatically.
It weighs 14oz and is 5 or 6cm in width,
It is made of wood and is quite a megalith.
It’s end has a spherical ball for you to grab,
To throw it, ‘cos that’s the aim, the slab.
The club is an athletics field event,
But Gemma previously did loudly tent,
Discus and shot put, and in Beijing 2008,
She came 8th in discus, shot put 7th gate.
At the Deli 2010 Commonwealth Games,
She came third in the shot put’s frames,
But then changed to the club throw gaiters,
To claim bronze in it in London, 20.50m.
She comes from Truro town in Cornwall,
And the BWAA help her workout, do call;
From Great Sankey High to St Andrews,
She did go to gain in maths a Masters.
She was born in September in the year ’83,
And has cerebral palsy just as I do, bree;
I used to throw the club like her, at school,
Out the back on the grass where I was cool.
Creatures of the sea, all beautiful and fair.
A thought comes to mind, what if they swam in the air?
Would we swat fish away as we do with bugs
Or tentacle arms always giving hugs?
Whales would want nicknames,
Sardines playing hopscotch games,
Lion-fish need to be tamed,
Crabs at cafes sipping coffee from mugs.
Starfish lazily lay getting tan,
Seahorse has a political chat with man.
The clownfish tells jokes at comedy night
While anglerfish holds still as the light.
Sea otters would be perfect babysitters,
Barracuda will pose with shine and glitter,
And sea urchins would love to clean litter.
Seals, wanting a swim, will make the bathroom flood.
Turtles would work construction because of their shells,
The lobsters would be managers of hotels,
Swordfish would join battle,
Manatees could look after cattle.
Sea anemone helps with shock therapy,
Dolphin cheerleaders yip with glee,
The shrimp will sell car insurance, guarantee,
And orcas looking good in scrubs.
Flying fish would be airplane pilots,
Narwhals picking fights and riots,
Sea urchins would give tattoos.
Manta rays can be anchors on the news,
Sea slugs would be the ultimate spies,
Scallops having staring contests with multiple eyes,
Belugas stealing cookies but always denies.
Electric eels dealing out drugs,
The sting ray always tattles and blames,
A jellyfish constantly proclaims his name is James.
Pufferfish will be prideful and wise
And the hammerhead shark ruins your rugs.
The walrus could be a taste tester,
The blue whale, a movie director.
Librarian belongs to the hermit crab,
Cuttlefish would drive a taxicab.
Sea lions workout, under the chest press they strain
And angelfish work for voting campaigns.
“What life would be like” I exclaimed
“If we swat around fish like bugs.”
In a cool silent evening-
Not the keyboard could hiss,
Let alone the fingers could condemn,
The silly quest eyes posed, such gut...
At her loving heart long awaiting one.
Though not for fun to be tossed
Around with pleasure in pure guise...
Or of pain in glaring truth that beats
Her expectation from her hearty take,
To be switched with available option.
So loyal with every impossibility,
For her worries to be kept away, far...
So far to interrupt the flow of a new move,
Accustomed with nice gestures...
Over the years, without much treats.
How simplicity at its best abandoning
Past's reigning regrets, heart yet to dismiss,
Found a way to find peace worth a gem,
But feel calm to free the first soothing rut¡
And tagged it a moment of fair fun¿
With pleasing concern off what it may cost,
Long awaiting heart after many goodbyes...
Suffered in the hands of time wasting cheats,
To the hope of believing its true stake,
That never seems to be won over adoption.
Truly for everything, there is possibility,
For change and grace, with many a scar
To be treated and healed like a groove:
Daily life's quests, willing adventures...
Counted to be on the list of funful feats.
Her stroll was never to become strong,
With defeating tryouts while so young
To be seen a serious workout for fitness
At morning as well as evening eyewitness,
Before taking up an endless walk lifelong...
Not a show off
Protection of course
The gym stands for exercise
Word to the wise
Proper training technique to emphasize
Keep sneakers and socks on
Smelly bare feet don’t belong
Be deodorant ready
Concentrate on training equipment lifting steady
Respect others as yourself
Don’t act like everybody else
Shower at the end
Make sure your workout clothes are clean
Otherwise, Lysol disinfectant spray will be the stream
Gym fresh
The gym is not a conversation place
Keep up the exercise pace
Exercise is not for a stiff
Show respect the whole time
Don’t disobey gym policy rules
Your membership could be terminated at discretion of the gym’s wish
Exercise is about body transform
Etiquette is the required norm.
The alarm blasts me awake
From a fitful night’s sleep,
Another day of bills to pay
And promises to keep.
Dropping Patanol in my eyes
As I attempt to slowly rise,
Feeling disparate deja vus
As my morning coffee brews.
And I make a mental note
To try and get more sleep
Then just as quickly forget
As I leave the room to eat.
Sitting at the breakfast table
Where I find that I am able,
To spend a few, quick minutes,
And rummage through the obits.
Is there someone I know?
And then right before I go,
Count how many are my age
Before I put down the page.
And I make a mental note
To eat less and workout more
Then just as quickly forget
As I rush out the door.
I arrive at my job.
Turn my office doorknob,
Begin my daily routine
Taking breaks in between.
And my boss storms in mad
Says “You did something bad!”
And I make a mental note
To do better next time
Then just as quickly forget
When I leave at closing time.
Returning home feeling famished
I notice some damage
To the roof and the doors
And the siding and floors.
And the gutters are hanging
And the shutters are banging.
And I make a mental note
To make time for repairs.
Then just as quickly forget
As I climb the porch stairs.
I finally make it inside
And after eating decide
To relax in the den
Before my favorite show begins
Then I notice God’s Word
On the table undisturbed.
And I make a mental note
To take time to read God’s Word. . .
Hey, wait! I can do this now!
So, I open up God’s Word
“faith follows the thing heard”
And I understand the hope
That allows us all to cope
And I make a mental note
To read, meditate and pray.
The Holy Bible gives us courage
So we can face another day!
If actions don't always follow your words,
or what people expect of you in their minds to be discerned,
does that devalue the words that are spoken?,
for if we all fall short, trust is constantly broken,
what if the gift entailed to inspire,
with a simple life of responsibility to equipped an entire....generation to come, to be,
to turn hearts back to God through relations you can't see,
must your eyes always match what your ears hear?,
is it about trusting more in others, or trusting that God is here,
right now, speaking, still inspiring,
to bring broken hearts out of hiding,
if the thought of doing wrong is as if it's already done,
wouldn't it be the same for the good unseen done in your heart,
for inside exercising while our world is dying,
the workout you can't see,
but through faith in finding.
A funny thing happened on the way to the fitness center
six months after my New Year's resolution to get thinner
It seemed a good idea then to start a program of exercise
Now I'm thinking this is thinking I need to psychoanalyze
The Take-It-Off notice says my time will soon expire
I assume they are aware I don't plan to perspire
Nevertheless I put together my best workout outfit
I'm on my way but I have to say I'm just not feeling it
My, oh my, there's a Starbuck's a few blocks away
A shot of caffeine should help start this exhausting day
I'll just go in... Could that be? Yes, it is! My good friend
I haven't seen her since I don't even remember when
Yes, thank you! I will join you... with a donut and a latte
Oh no, you're not keeping me... I can workout any ol' day
An hour later I'm driving home sipping on an ice mocha
I start thinking that tomorrow I really should try yoga
June 28, 2018
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way Contest by Robert Haigh
Sixth Place