– And Larry says:

“If you need to know everything ahead of time
It is dead by the time you know it.”

Zitta – 2021

In the night
Half in a dream
The lights are flickering
Like Northern lights
Across the sky…

I find
The lights
0nly to be
Trucks
Fixing the road
In the night
So as not to disturb

I rest
Knowing that all is well
And that we are being taken care of

Larry sleeps
Like he should be
Like a baby

Life!

Just thinking...
In school,
"Grades" can only be used for the norm (if such a thing exists).

Norm (must mean?) "average" to be a useful word.
Who is normal?
No one,
I think.

Yesterday Marie turned 30.
Tomorrow we will celebrate her (going to Dina's).
I love her - 
I love them -
I wish to be just that - love

Maybe that is the norm?

Can you grade Love?


Zitta, January 2021

– And Larry says:
“Your hair looks so pretty”
– and I think:
“Who will buy my hair – for a bit of air?”

and he plays his music –
and I feel…
All that I don’t dare feel
– and I die – slowly

Zitta 2021

– and then there are words

words to be seen
words to be heard

words as colors
words as lines

words as birds
flying

words as opposite
always

Never alone
Never whole
Alone – in pairs

Zitta 2021

Reading about all the riots,
Tearing down statues
etc.
Who is to blame?
No one, or everyone?

What is justice?
A life for a life?
Paying for your forefathers’ sins
Or for your own?

As long as we describe each other
In pairs of opposites
Black – white
Good – Evil
We will be just that –
unreal puppets
who are only a description of reality.

Zitta 2021

Paavo, my youngest son gave me a very nice compliment the other day:
Mom, I recently got into politics.
I wondered why, since it didn’t seem you had raised me with such awareness , or – even had any political views of your own.
Then it dawned on me:
You didn’t speak of your views – you lived them.
Thanks for that Mom.

Hurt

I watch you
As you move around the house
I read the sorrow
Springing from every
Limb of yours
Your back is bent
Your shoulders stooped
Your palms empty and dry
Your walk
Slow and very heavy
Your eyes?
Confused
Searching
In despair
For trust
Turning down love
From fear
And hurt
Trying to understand
The heart
Forgetting the contradictions
The beauty
Not seeing
The fullness
Of life

I love you
But my love has no meaning to you
Not now
For you have decided
That my love is of no value
And as I send it to you
I see it hit you
Hit your invisible protection
Against me
Against my love
And it glances off
As water poured over a greasy surface
And it falls down
Around you
And you stand in a lake of love
And the love raises
Around your legs
Higher and higher
Till you – finally
Have to see it
Have to feel it

And life begins
Once more

Zitta – originally written 6/30 -1982

I love: My family, Larry, singing, dancing, writing and a bunch of other stuff.

I’m planning to add some of my “creations” a little at a time.