Archive for August, 2008

30
Aug
08

Big

The light from the sun has changed, just so slightly, from bright white to a softer gold

Signaling

The approach

Of Fall.

Soon,

My daughter

Will be

Back

In school,

But as a

New

Second grader.

No longer

Fresh

Out of

Kindergarten-

She’s on

The doorstep

Of womanhood

Now.

And I struggle

To Keep

Up

Behind her

As she moves

Into the distance

Of growing up.

She’s only

Seven

And yet worlds

Away

Already.

Seven seems so

Big

Now.

So big.

Timothy Vance Jackson

08/30/08

30
Aug
08

(untitled)

It isn’t like

I

Haven’t

Tried.

It isn’t like

I failed.

It isn’t like

I simply didn’t put in the effort and bury my soul in it.

I did

Try

And I did

Sacrifice so much-

That much

I can

Tell you.

Timothy Vance Jackson

08/29/08

25
Aug
08

Monday

Vein bulging

On side of head,

Pulse racing,

Pleasant

Coffee buzz

Wearing

Off,

Face feels

Hot,

Palms are

Sweaty-

It’s Monday.

All the warm

Sweet

Memories

Of Saturday and Sunday

Are fading

And becoming

More distant

By the second

As the frustration

Builds

To a deafening

Crescendo

Of

“Why isn’t it Friday?”

Timothy Vance Jackson

08/25/08

25
Aug
08

(Poem on a plane- pt 3)

Another flight

Back

Home

To my waiting

Bed

And my daughter’s

Turtle,

Clanging noisily

In his aquarium.

The fish

Will need

To be fed

And the milk

Is likely bad

By now.

I meant

To cook

That eggplant

Before I left

And it is now

Probably shriveling

Up

And no longer

Very appetizing.

I can’t remember

If I took

Out the trash

Before

I left.

My sister

Was supposed

To come by

And feed

The turtle and the fish and check the mail.

Maybe,

If she smelled

Bad trash,

She would have

Taken it out.

The apartment will be

Quiet and still

Until I return

To disturb

Its peace

With my presence.

Timothy Vance Jackson

08/20/08

25
Aug
08

(Poem on a plane- pt 2)

The still

Quiet

Of my life

Will be

Waiting

For me

And my return.

The closed

Windows

And the made bed

Have been

Waiting

For my disturbance,

My turbulence,

And my solitary

Breathing.

The dust has

Settled

Into its rest

And will

Be

Tossed about

By my swirling

Wake

When I open

The door

And drag in

My bags

And my tired

Body.

When I pull back

The blanket

On the bed

And retake

My space,

My arm

Reaching

Into the emptiness

Beside me,

My foot searching

For the other leg

That no longer

Waits

For my return.

Timothy Vance Jackson

08/20/08

25
Aug
08

(Poem on a plane)

We are

Now

Beginning

Our initial descent

Into

My return

To my life

And my small apartment-

And my unread

Waiting mail.

My little world

Has been

Patiently on hold,

Pending

My arrival

And key

In the lock

On the door

Of my world.

Timothy Vance Jackson

08/20/08

20
Aug
08

Airport timewarp

Sitting in

Airport

Killing time

Until my flight

Departs

And I

Lift off the earth

To return

To my home,

To my daughter,

To my job,

To my life.

The time between

Arrival

At aiport

And departure

From airport

Always feels

Like a wrinkle

In time-

A place where time

Neither moves

Nor stops,

But ceases to exist.

A place where time is

Measured

In units

Of “On Time”,

“Delayed”,

“Ahead of schedule”.

No hours,

No minutes,

No days.

I’m still

“On Time”,

Even if

Time is now

Irrelevant.

Timothy Vance Jackson (Vancouver airport)

08/20/08




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