Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Anything But A Rollarcoaster


Adamant, I
Refuse roller-coasters.
Yellow-bellied, scared stiff of 
Anything to do with the air yet I
Adore adventure:

Roaring rivers and the Himalayas
Accompanied by 
Jittery nerves and jangly friends- riches 
Oblivious to even the 
Utmost 
Royale patrons,
Instead lie here with me-
And without a roller-coaster in sight.

The Dribble Home (wards)

Dribble.
Up with the sun,
Down with the stars,
The middle lasts all day.

Dribble.
A mellow sunset,
A changing constant,
Stuck between calloused fingers.

Dribble.
A sliver of slience,
Into the cookie jar
Another (not-so) free-throw.

Dribble.
Through a hundred hands,
A thousand times,
Full of sweat, dirt, and grime.

Dribble.
A sea of heads,
Branches of hair,
Peeking out.

Dribble, swish.
Shots made,
Point scored,
Friendship created.


Dribble.
The home-court advantage.
Dribble, always, dribble.
Because the dribble is home.

Somewhere In Between


I’m from adventures on sandy shores,
that I sleepily carried home,
I’m from hair-flying, lung-bursting
car-rides screaming along to Taylor Swift.

I’m from Simon and Garfunkel
And my mother’s “mac-n-cheese, with everything you’ll ever need”
I’m from group hugs and
“LOL-lots of love”

I’m from stacks of books
And discussions with my father
I’m from the star-gazing,
the stray-puppy-lovin’ hood

I’m from meandering ghettos
And the turquoise ocean
From floating boats,
In the sinking sea.

I’m from ring-pops and tongue tattoos,
Dancing the hula while singing the blues
I’m from thumb-wars and tic-tacs,
Ironic winks and masquerade masks.

I’m from midnight basketball with my brother
Where strategic dribbles fade into lots of giggles.
I’m from ‘How I Met Your Mother’ and
Everything Harry Potter.

I am just as much from ‘Namaste’ as I am from ‘Aloha’
My head’s in the mountains
And my heart’s in the ocean,
But I guess I’m from somewhere in between.