Carlos Fuentes described Frida Kahlo with her jangling jewelry and intensity as her own opera. At times the Leo in me sees the world as collateral. A woman in a poem hopes in the growth of two dozen seeds. The man thinks she expects too much: "To grow her a whole new life."* What can I expect here beside the ocean? I do not ponder the damage done-- a cul de sac of regret. Loss. Not everything happens for a reason. I hear orchids grow in wet seclusion. Stones are silent by choice. Water builds only to lose itself. Blue calms my tendency to wander, to see other sides. Life, like anything, is a habit, can be found almost anywhere, can happen to anyone.
*Ida Bettis Fogle in Mid-America Poetry Review, Spring 2005
