uncommon for this hemisphere
the A/C and a few extra fans roar all night long
I carry my oriental fan with me everywhere
fanning my sweaty face waiting for my Metro car
visualizing penguins in Antarctica
Years ago on a trip to Saint Marten, I noticed people walking to work and their pace was so slow compared to how we get to work. That made sense too! I realized that moseying along slowly, I did not build up a sweat …well, hardly since I am perspiring even in winter if I am walking fast. I often say jokingly, “I can’t help it, I’m just hot stuff!” but seriously it is not comfortable. I look on the bus today as my face is wet already before I even start my shift. I wonder with awe, how some of the commuters are wearing a long sleeve shirt and their faces are so dry!! How can that be possible?! Here I am fanning myself on the bus, on the Metro and spraying my face and hair with water when I get to work to cool myself.
I remember a few years ago visiting the Biodome several times with my grandson since I lived across the street from there at the time. When you first enter, you are flooded with the heat of the rainforest…oh, it is beautiful alright but within minutes, I am already anxious to get to the Antarctica section and sit watching those cute penguins prancing and diving into the water. To this day, I often visualize myself sitting in that section of the Biodome and it seems to cool my body a bit. Looks like I will be visualizing penguins this week.
Waking up to a pounding headache, she slips back under her duvet pleading for slumber where pain is just a memory. Prayers answered she only awakens end of day and yet pounding persists. Amino acids and java finally acquiesce to her pleas; and then , she checks the news…bedlam in the tropics!
Mother Nature seems to be going through a new kind of neurosis. She worries for innocents having to uproot from their homes and friends far away, she prays for their safety. She remembers her very first soul mate from childhood up in the Keys…praying she is safe.
I discovered a new form of poetry last month called The Cherita at Celestine’s blog Reading Pleasure, a gifted Haiku poetess; the Cherita was created byal li. Rather than using prose, I am telling my story with two Cherita followed by a Troiku which is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille. I name my haibun a troibun since troiku is the core.