Wednesday, November 24, 2010

On a Wing & a Scare - Part 2 (September 2010)

I charged into the bedroom. I scanned the room for bats, but not too carefully. I didn’t actually want to see the bat if it was still there. I just wanted a quick scan to see that he wasn’t still there. I quickly grabbed all my clothes and scampered out of the room, securing the door behind me. From there, I went about the rest of the morning and went to work.

Around 10:00, I called Mich to ask if he had found our winged visitor. Indeed he had. Our friend was sleeping peacefully on the window frame in the spare room. Summoning his long-dormant bat-nabbing skills from his basement-dwelling teen years, he scooped up the bat in a hat, sealed it with a sheet of paper and released the critter outside. It squeaked and squirmed its displeasure and flew away in the unfamiliar morning light. So, we woke it up at an unfamiliar time. Hey, it woke me up at 3:00 A.M.! Turn-about is fair play.

You might think the first thing I did the next day was call a pest control company. That’s what I should have done, but sometimes we Baileys aren’t that bright.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

On a Wing & a Scare - Part 1 (September 2010)

One morning around 3:00 A.M. last June, I was minding my own business, sleeping, when a strange noise woke me up. It went like this: FLAP, flap, FLAP. I knew what it was without looking. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there was a bat in my bedroom. So I did what any normal, self-respecting person alone in the house would do when a bat wakes them up at 3:00 A.M. I grabbed my glasses and the bedspread, closed the door behind me and ran downstairs.

I immediately called my husband, not because he was a man, but because I knew he would be awake at 3:00 A.M. (Mind you, if I thought my mother would have been up, I might have called her instead.)

Our conversation went something like this:

“Mich, I said, “There’s a bat in the house.”

“What do you want me to do about it?” he said. “I’m at work.”

“I don’t know,” I answered. “I just thought you should know.”

I noted not only a distinct lack of alarm, but also sympathy in his voice. Great. We talked for a few minutes. I calmed down and we devised a plan. The plan was I would sleep on the couch the rest of the night with my cell phone at my side. Mich would call at 5:30 to wake me.

The plan went off flawlessly. I got another two hours of sleep and awoke relatively aware if not exactly well-rested. I went about my usual morning routine – shower, internet, breakfast, blow-dry hair and...then…well, and then I hit a snag. The next step in the routine is “and got dressed for work.” The snag was all the clothes I needed for work were in the bedroom. You know, where the bat could be. (Never mind the bat could have easily escaped into the wider house through the bottom of the door.) I doubted the old t-shirt I was wearing would be acceptable in the office.

Somehow, I was going to have to enter the bedroom. But not in just a t-shirt. Hm. What to do, what to do? Standing in the living room, I looked around until my eyes fell on my fencing equipment. Aha! I pulled on my fencing pants – my green, yellow, and burgundy striped fencing pants. My arms were still bare, though, and it was just warm enough that I didn’t want to pull on my heavy fencing shirt. I scanned the room again and found the perfect thing to protect my arms – a black cardigan with hot pink trim. I pulled that on, put my fencing mask over my head, gloves on my hands, grabbed my sword for good measure and proceeded upstairs.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Woman & the Girl (October 8, 2002)

I am the woman who took control
And the girl so unsure of herself

I am the woman who risked much
And the girl who played it safe

I am the woman who should laugh more
And the girl who found joy among new friends

I am the woman who searches
And the girl who wondered

I am the woman traveling in time
And the girl who longs for the future

I am the woman whose experience
Is shaped from the girl I was

Sunday, November 7, 2010

To Find the Fire (November 7, 2010)

To find the fire in my own words
I read from Stan on his birthday,
Remembering him for Anne, another stranger I adore
I read Frances's words, knowing she's described it just as it is

To find the fire for my own words
I gaze at David and John
With and without sound and motion

To find the fire of my own words
I search in the everyday around me
In the voices of others known
And those too far away to know
But close enough to admire

I type slower than the thoughts and words come,
Too slow to catch them all
But please, fast enough to kindle the fire in my own words

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Want (January 9, 1999)

I want
Rapture and sizzle
Gazes filled with wondrous possibility

I want
A warm embrace
And kisses
Felt to the core...every time

I want
To watch
The same creases and lines
Deepen over long and winding time.

Inspired by a combination of a great New Year's Eve in Chicago (thanks Emily) and a certain amount of melodramatic, single 20-something loneliness. I found what I wanted a few years later.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Post Graduate Intern (July 28, 1998)

Mind over monster,
I holly-hocked
My foundation ring
For a six-month century
And a ticket to tomorrow

This one was written when I was about two months out of graduate school. For lack of job offers, I took an internship at a historic farm museum. It ended up being a year-long experience, but it set me on my way in my chosen profession. Yes, I know, it's more prose than poetry.