misplaced mama

Naked. Both of them.

Hair the exact color of bread and butter corn. Hair so close to the color of Malibu sand soaked in sunlight.

Lush soil, fluffy, soft enough to comb through with your fingers, as dark brown as dark brown can be, coconut shell meets espresso bean. Leafy stipped purples, wide green leaves, twisting vines growing up a wire fence.

The little one chases the big one with a hose. The big one runs and squeals. The little one is crying. She chases out of revenge.

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there is no sun quite like this sun, who hides from us from us day after day for so many months, appeasing us with intermittent moments of light; day hikes, beach combing, park picnics, ferry rides. But dark months are dark months for a reason. We never doubt it’s existence, but we wonder what it feels like, what it would be like to draw it down from behind those harrowingly dark and low, marine clouds. There were days when I would reach my arms up try to grab the clouds, separate them with my hands, crack them a apart just a bit, just to say hi sun, missing you.

It’s out of hiding. The past is the past. Life is lived outside now.

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mia: dada, will those sugar snap peas get bigger and bigger?

dada: The’re going to get real big.  especially if we take care of them.  water them.  sing to them.  give them a lil dance.

mia: As big as the world? will they get as big as the world?

dada: wow. That would be big, wouldn’t it?

mama: did you know the world was so big that it never ends, ever?

mia: I know it’s so so so so big. We don’t even need another one! It’s so big! It just keeps circling and circling and getting bigger and bigger.

mama: yup.

mia: mama we could plant another world.

mama: how do we do that?

mia: well we get the specials seeds from chrystal world fairy then we plant them and they grow beautiful trees and houses made like flowers and animals, cause they grow animals too, these seeds grow everything.

mama: cool. Where could we plant those seeds for a new world?

mia: I know! I know! The perfect place! We can grow it at that cupcake place by the bookstore that could be perfect! That would be a wonderful new world home.

* * *

Indeed. Perfect. Cupcakes. And a new world.

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“ Dream-travelers, there is no path, paths are made by dreaming.”

-antonio machado.