An Alternate Reality

Haiku for a Basement Bug

Life is hard enough
without a big stomping foot
so just let it be

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When I was a child, Bart Starr was one of my heroes. I wasn’t particularly obsessed by football, but it was one way that I could relate and be close to my father. Every Sunday afternoon during “the season” we would watch the Green Bay Packers play. When they were doing well, they were the best in the world. When they were not so good, my Dad would call it the Green Bay Polka, one, two, three, kick, one two three kick!

But, no matter the outcomes, Bart Starr was always my favorite. And his quarterback sneak in the Ice Bowl of 1967 win is still the stuff of legend.

I always wanted to be Bart Starr! I asked for and got a football one year for my birthday and I would play in the front yard, sometimes with friends and neighbors, but mostly, by myself, pretending I was part of the great team. Oh, to be the Green and Gold number 15!!

Over the years Bart and Cherry Starr have been in and out of the public eye and my own sphere of vision. But, from the Rawhide Boys Ranch to his visits to Lambeau Field, Bart Starr has always been a class act.

I cried seeing him in 2015, old and weak, but still determined and brave as he took a last trip around Lambeau field in a golf cart with Brett Favre. No matter what, Green and Gold Number 15 will always remind me of what life is supposed to be. Do your best. Help others. Stay humble.

Now that’s what I call a real hero.

January Darkness

As darkness falls on another January day,
I fade with the dimming of my eyes.

I seek rest, desire comfort,
but the darkness only numbs.

One bright thing, that’s all I require.
Just one joyful thought, but even that is elusive.

I can’t hide from the deepening shadows.
I can only look for a single spark to light my meager candle.

Where are you now?

For Joanne on the death of her long time partner, Bill

Where are you now,
my love, my friend, my dear companion?

Where are you now,
without pain, without burden?

Where are you now,
in a fresh new existence?

Where are you now,
when I miss you so badly?

Where are you now,
besides here in my heart and memories forever?

My Favorite Childhood Place

I was 11 when Star Trek arrived on the TV screen. The characters and stories so captivated me that I created my own Star Trek world. I shared a room with my sister, and the window seat between the two built in dressers became my transporter. I would stand in that space and be beamed across the universe to a place and time where a smart, shy girl could fit in and feel special. I even made a communicator out of a blue jewelry box, a button, and a piece of my Dad’s calculator machine tape, which I carried in my purse for many years. (And that I still have it in a box somewhere, just in case!) So, I had my own grand space adventures with the crew, saving worlds and discovering new and amazing things.
My transporter carried me into a world of imagination that I still visit to this day. Star Trek, with its exploration, adventure, and social conscience is still, very much, the story of my life.

Live long, and prosper!

Sometimes

Sometimes I reach the breaking point
but I am never broken.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t stop
but I am always stopping.

Sometimes I feel so screamingly ugly
but there inside is beauty

Sometimes I feel like I could die
but somehow I keep living.

Dead Leaves

The trees shed their leaves
as part of nature’s plan.
The dead leaves enrich the soil
and snuff out the choking weeds,
paving the way for new growth in the spring.

But urban humans
have a different plan.
The dead leaves need to be
raked up and hauled away.
We can’t be reminded of death and decay.

When did we decide that groomed lawns
were better than wild flowers?
When did we start to assume that we could
change our fate by hiding the evidence.
When did we forget what dead leaves are for?

We need to cover ourselves in dead leaves,
letting that blanket connect us
to all we have lost.
We need to die and decay
and pave the way for our own new growth in the spring.