another Monday arrives in this month of October,
awaiting the soon to arrive November’s brisk and cold.
once again Sunday’s nocturnal stay battled and challenged
my sleep and dreams. three a.m. came along and i carried
my elder mini poodle outside to relieve herself. I place her
on the grass and like always, i look up at the sky, into the
noir of night to witness the smile of a bright and proud
moon and its twinkling friends. it seems that the star that
first captures mine eyes is one that i have seen so many
nights of my stay here on this floating rock. i think it now
knows me from my youth and thus returns my look.
as i witnessed this star a few times more, i named it the
same as the loving nick name Mamasita had bestowed on
me, 'Nene’ and i think this star is her…
today i shall make ‘time’ my friend, not my nemesis
,all the years i’ve now left behind, have melded into
me and the moments of my life have molded me
i cannot change any moments of my past that may
have painted my life’s canvas with nebulous colors
at best or those that left shades of dark shadows
but like all aged, light damaged paintings covered
in a film of dust and suet, they can be renewed by
cleansing and refreshing the canvas by the same
hand that held the brush
the choices of which i make from now on the colors
i use shall renew and refresh the rest of the time on
this mundane canvas and i will choose my colors to
paint my life’s canvas with bright and positive hues
