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Haiku and Loku Days-Blow Out the Candle

©  Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO 2013

Well this is pretty self explanatory. There is a part of me that wants to go and a part of me that wants to stay a little longer. I would miss my kids, grandchild and the new one on the way, family and friends. But every day there are moments when I am in pain. And there are moments I feel as though I could be heading to the ground.

My job is to make the customers happy. I do that by showing them products that will make them look a few years younger. Some of them are nice people, some not so much. I have had a 40+ year old woman whine, stomp her foot and throw a tantrum because the product she wanted wasn’t on the shelf.  I come upon others opening box after box and if they do decide they want the product, they will take the one box they did not open. (I would hate to shop where they buy their groceries.) Sometimes, I wonder, if I were to fall to the floor in a heap in front of some of them, would they kick me to the side? Would they step over me or would they just step on me while throwing a tantrum or to get closer to more unopened boxes. How sad to have more money than substance.

It was a tiring day today. So I lie here-too much pain and too tired to do much of anything, too much pain to sleep. I wonder…

Blow Out the Candle

Chest pains, like labor              
Occur more frequently. So
When is my birthday?
In the Candle Light by Marek Langowski

Haiku and Loku Days-It Is Always the Stroke of Midnight

© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2013

New Year’s Eve has come and gone. Many people made many resolutions to better themselves for the coming year. Why wait for the end of one year and the beginning of the next, especially since the western year is so arbitrarily positioned. Why not use the Asian New Year, or the beginning of a new season-a solstice or an equinox, or the dawn of each new day or each and every beat of your heart and breath you take?

I used to tell people my days were numbered. And as the aghast look of sorrow and pity would appear on their faces, I would say: “There is the first day of the month, the second day of the month, the third day of the month and so on. Just check any calendar!”  But none of us knows which is the circled red-letter day of which month of which year that on which will come the call to move on, call it quits in this realm.

“…Bring thyself to account each day…”    Each day?-Maybe with each heart beat, with each breath. With each breath live a new day. Decide who and what you want to be. Make the resolution for and at that moment, the one you are holding in your hand. Make it now, for that is all we have. Don’t wait for the next New Year’s Eve.

It Is Always the Stroke of Midnight

New year, a new day
New heartbeat, each, a chance, 
Resolution, change.


Ganges at Dawn by Sandra Hansen

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