Now what

Ah so here we are


Don’t know what to have

Don’t know who should fix it

You are tired of preparing dinner

am ill equipped by skill or desire 

45 years later I can understand

We spent the day as we always have

With noble purpose and good deeds

But now again


Even beyond dinner

Where are we?

What do we do?

Or share?

We have spent a life doing for others

Now what about us?

And yet we have talked about this.

Maybe play cards

Or a board game

Or learn a language

Ride bikes?

Work in the garden?

And yet it seems that watching TV

Is a constant

Enjoyable at times

But so unfulfilling

Can we once again capture

The magic

Of our youth

Which made us thirsty

Just to be in each others presence

Can we be together again or must we lose ourselves again 

In the quagmire of TV

Maybe just maybe

We could start over 

Write our own script

And as we have always believed

Live happily ever after


FXC 8/25/14






Wait, wait
She said
So how did she learn
So young
To control so much
With one word
And so I wait
To see what it is
I am waiting for
It might be a shoe that was
Not put on right
Or a door that is not open
Maybe a toy that has fallen
So I wait
Like I never waited before
So many people
Told me to wait before
But I never heard them
Now, now I hear quite clearly
The voice of a four year old
Taking control of her world.

FCC 8/9/14

A trickle

Endless torrents
Of love and
As water rushing
Down the mountain
We raced to cling
Sealing out
All else
Till we bloomed as one
In the new land we formed
Such was our headstrong
Beginning, but
Time, time slowed
The rush of water
That we might
Still be drinking
From the well of our desire,
Less our passion become parched
Now though we luxuriate
In the trickle
That sustains us
Gleefully remembering
Satisfied to lay by the
Languid stream of

FXC. 8/4/14

Pipi Longstocking!

Still, still I see you walking
Towards me, looking away
You had business with others
So I had
Just that moment
To observe
But also the moment
You walked back and past me
Again I watched your
Confident sensual walk
Just that moment
What, how did I know
The clock for eternity
Would start then
And restart every time
I would see you again
Like air, I needed you
My life had no sound or color
Till you spoke
Then, then
I knew the road I would choose
Did not know where the road would go
But I knew where it would end
With you.
You simplified so many things
Removed indecision
Formatted a life plan
Even to this day I’m not always sure
About the curves in the road
But I do know
I’m on the right road.
I love you.

FXC. 8/4/14

So dark now

10 PM , yes dark
Cloudy, so not many stars
Really slender moon
Tree branches
Arise at the tops of houses
But gloriously
So gloriously
Within the shadows
With all their might
Crickets, tree frogs, owls
Search for mates and food
Maybe 10AM sounds the same
But a different species

FXC. 8/2/14