She lives on the 3rd floor, or somewhere up there
Comes down only to get it going
Then we start to bang on the drum; I am blind today
The sun came to see her yesterday after dark asked if it was ok not to shine on November 1 and the 18, after the noon hour.
I don’t know what she said to him; we’ll have to wait and see
She is not called by her real name but she’s called ‘round the clock to change the order of things, or put things in order,
Yet, no one knows no one knows because changes touched by her feel like the norm, why? I’d like it the other way
She walks down the steps, waltzing across with a glass of red red
Tilts her head before she says oooh -meaning a load’s off some shoulders
I am crippled today
She teaches grammar to the needy, “It’s so crucial,” she says, “after all, everyone Wants, right? But can they spell it out?”
She clucks her tongue to start again every single time
She cooks a huge bird, yes, to feed us all. Then she cooks for the tiny bird, the one we’d not dare eat
Her days are 27 hours, not long enough, but still, she’s made a good deal with the minutes; I admire her. Why the hell should any minute get any good deal out us?
She calculates us on the tip of her fingers, subtracts the job from I. Then she adds me into the day’s remains, “There we are,” She says with an smile. She’s got a whole & a half # out.
She believes I’ll improve, so I will.
She has done it many times. I am sure she’ll do it fine this time, too; I just go to bed; Today I am deaf.
She blinks a tear, tears a smile halfway away
I talk and I walk and I wonder if she is tired
If I ask, would she stop to think of it?
Now, she wants to go back; I am mute today.
She says she wants to go back. If she goes back she will not be back. She would come here only to help us get by.
DMWB[1] yesterday today tonight tomorrow and all we know is that she’s managed to remain what she’s always been – A Joudee adearjudy because she is;
Today I Am.
.
Saghi Ghahraman
Owen Sound Ontario October 29 2005
[1] Daughter Mother Wife Boss