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.