Woman-Desperately-Seeking-Ambiance

Journal entry, June 16, 2004

I’m making midnight muffins while the rain gently falls outside. All the windows are open to channel the soft sounds and scents inside. The dark and loving drip of rain brings the writer to the fore. Fore……. (which means “Look out!” in golf talk).
Wait, how about candlelight and the gentle scritch- scratch of my favorite pen. Oh, no! Now, I’m suddenly transformed into
Woman-Desperately-Seeking-Ambiance.
Found a candle but not a match in any cabinet, cupboard or drawer. Purse! That curvaceous cluster of life’s little necessities. Better than Bond. Yes!
Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Fore……..
20 minutes till muffins are done. They do smell good.
I’m here thinking of brother and sisters. The story of divergent paths, converging infrequently, make a pattern, not entirely unique and yet our own. The patterns we make are not separate from ourselves, yet we are together, cut of one cloth.
Ding! The muffins release me to sleep, deeply and sweetly in the cool of the night rain.

Poem from Journal Entry, August 2, 2004

Woman-Desperately-Seeking-Ambiance

Midnight muffins
A sure fix for a heart as devoted to stomach
As sister to brother
A whipping wrist
A dash of salt, a slim teaspoon of soda.

Outside, the dark and loving drip of blessed rain
Bears witness to the writer coming to the fore.
Fore…..
No! Wait! How about candlelight with
The gentle scritch-scratch of my favorite pen
Oh, No!
Now, I’m
Woman-Desperately-Seeking-Ambiance!

Found a candle but not a match
No match in cabinet, cupboard or drawer.
Ah, ha! Woman-Desperately-Seeking-Ambiance
Shall prevail!
She’s equipped with A Purse--
that curvaceous cluster of life’s little necessities.
Better than Bond.
Now, Where was I?
Oh, yes.
Fore……

Deborah Martinez Martinez
6-16-04