Archive for November, 2010

29
Nov
10

The familiar sleepwalk

Once again

Sealed in a plane

At 30,00 feet

Above the earth,

Leaving my family

As I travel

For work.

The familiar

Sleepwalk

Through the early morning

Airport obstacle course,

Filled with

The sleeping

And partially awake,

As we all

Lurched

To our gates

And waiting aircraft.

Each of us

Shuffling

Or running

To a place

Beyond

The terminal

And gates.

In just a few

More days

I’ll repeat

The entire process,

But with a late night

Arrival

At home

And a quiet

Entry

Back into

My sleeping

Family’s lives

And my

Warm and welcoming

Bed.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 29, 2010

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29
Nov
10

Quilting

The rolling

Quilt

Patchwork

Of farmland

Rolls across

Featureless

Hills and valleys,

Dotted

With mirrored

Spots

And ribbons

From rivers,

Ponds and lakes,

Like a jade

And tan

Tapestry

Woven and stitched

Together

By unseen

Giant hands

And left

Alone

And wrinkled

Across the endless

Land.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 29, 2010

19
Nov
10

Quiet mind

I want

To peel back

The blankets

And climb into

Bed

With her

And sleep

Quietly

Without

The noise –

The constant damn noise inside my head that drones on and on and on about all the reasons to not rest.

I ache

Not only

For her,

But also for that

Rest

That comes

From a quiet mind

And silenced fear.

I yearn

To be

Able

To close my eyes

And wrap an arm

Around her

Body

And sleep

With only

Thoughts

Of her

Smell

And soft skin

At my fingertips

And lips.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 19, 2010

19
Nov
10

Tiny snores

She’s asleep

At her mother’s

Breast,

With tiny fingers

Curled

Into knots

Of hair.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 19, 2010

19
Nov
10

Stillness

Sitting

In the dark

With the music

Playing

Just loud enough

To not wake

The baby,

Yet

Still

Reach my ears.

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 19, 2010

18
Nov
10

fragment (4/11/10)

Every day,

As I slide the key

Into the ignition

To drive

Away,

My  mind

Stays

Home

With them

And her,

As she sleeps

Finally

During the day-

No longer at night-

Squirming,

Squealing,

Searching for a nipple.

 

(originally recorded as voice memo while driving to work- 4/11/10)

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

15
Nov
10

untitled 11/15/2010

She exists

As a taste in my nose

And a smell in my mouth,

Rewriting the rules

Of my love

For her.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

November 15, 2010




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