Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Something Small

     my days and nights pass
without being able to write a single word.

I breathe in,
     I breathe out,

But . . .

I can't write.

     one day,
I just write about . . . something.

Something meaningless,
     something small.  

A few words
     on a few lines,
taking up space
     on a small page.

     a funny thing happens.

A bottle of salsa turns into a story.

A small story, but a STORY.   

     Giving it breath,
giving it life,
     giving it wings . . .

     even the smallest of wings

                                           can fly.      


Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Bottle of Salsa

Pork and lettuce; 
                            sour cream.

Red and yellow peppers; 
                                   one green lime.  

Tortillas, shredded cheese; 
                                       cilantro, red wine.  


     "Carnitas for dinner?"asked the cashier.

     "You bet!" was my response.  

     "I'm betting you already have salsa," she said.   

     I smiled and replied, "You read my mind.

           My bottle of salsa is waiting at home."     

She smiled, and said, 

"Sounds perfect."  

    And, it was.