If you ever lose heart and the earth seems as distant as stars fading into the noise of your busy mind, know this. That a tiny island exists in the blue hands of the ocean. That a tree grows upright into the salted clouds. That two eagles love each other enough to spend their lives greeting the morning sun together. That two eaglets stand in their nest, gazing at the heavens. Looking down to the forever ground. They eat and sleep and flap their wings. And one day in July, one by one, they will jump into the air. They will know the difference between existing and what is beyond. They will hold onto nothing. The hurricane will come, courage catching their pinions on fire, as they mount the wind, climbing ladders into realms of the invisible.


--T.L. Stokes






Friday, November 6, 2015

Starbucks on Tuesday



Starbucks on Tuesday
9/22/15

Wig wagging
the yellow lab
looks up at his owner
who wears a white half cap
and maroon runner's jacket
chatting with her friend
over pink tea
it pants hoping
to catch her attention.

A scent of pastries
sneaks out the door.
Yellow coat is waved away.

Earlier two round babies
bloomed from nests
of colorful blankets
their busy mother
shook two bottles
then aimed each into
their flower mouths.

She said, Sometimes I cry
and my two older sons
5 and 8 are helpful
but I miss them
since school started.
I wave away the bee
listening. One baby opened
one planetary eye
so I was quiet.

Another young mother
pushes a stroller
with a pink bundle
and two delicate sisters
one holding her book
crowd around
the baby reaching
to feel cream skin
tuck the blanket in.

Older people
mostly men
ride bikes or walk
in quickly pausing
to admire a baby
then order a drink
smiling from
newspaper faces.

Two women get up to leave
yellow coat laps his wide tongue
into a water bowl.

Each table holds a galaxy
a meteor flashes past stars
and planets circle
while over the roof
a single sun blazes.