L U M I N A * N O S T R I

 For the Love of the Game As a kid I  loved basketball gave it my all even though we’d mostly  lose.  I loved the opportunity  of another play, another  chance at a steal, a  breakaway… Something that said  maybe the tide will change. But it’s not changing unless I do and I am stuck  still boxing out for every rebound diving for every lose ball knee pads all shot to hell. The buzzer is counting down and I know this game we’ll lose too, but I gotta play my heart out till the end because what else can I do? 

  Time Change Small red spheres are turning the hillsides purple again Anointed in crisp, seaside breeze  Toyon puts on her festive crown Revels in the changing hues— first grey, then blue, now black— Great Sky’s formal gown for winter.  Around here, on the Central Coast The sun shines sweetest for those  who pause, notice the pop that only happens with a little more dark

Some Saturday Late in Soccer Season What little memory might I distill from today? Giggles before seven am with Baby,  Cuz the game’s at eight (how else wake up)?  My son’s little arms hoisted over head, yelling “GOAL!”? The tearful wails of my eldest justly crying “It’s not fair! I want mommy!”? Or my mother wearing a black and orange boa, a witch hat with the tag still on? Today I’ll choose the riddles I overheard in the Halloween House The one we dreamed up out of tents.