I watch the moon unravel
weaving slivers of itself in waves.
Tossing beaded threads of light,
watching waves scamper and chase, curl and twirl in play

And when the beads scatter,
on the sandy shore
a mirror reflection of the night time sky they form
Tickling the shore to giggles
as the sand lifts up and glitters
And the Pacific already looks up and
eagerly awaits another.

All night, I watch the night play its silent games
Mesmerized by the moons blushing cheeks and the Pacific's soft flowing hair
their laughter like hums and lullabies rings.

Until, from behind the sun slowly chugs
thumps over my back
clamps its locks in the tossing waves
with every minute anchors and tightens its chains
quelling the growing beauty and color of the game.

All dawn it screams in envy
with displays of color and light
but I keep my back turned
saying my goodbyes to the playful, humble night.

Seasons

Fall

As she squeaks open her rusty, rickety chest
She takes another look at her always almost finished canvas
She lifts her palette and a thin tailed soft brush and begins

Gliding her hand over the edges
Of vibrant green leaves with a shade of yellow
And knows tomorrow she will be back
To fill other edges with a rusty red-brown
On every tree
On every leaf,
She’ll set her brush, and it’ll do its deed.

In several weeks
She comes back again
Her fingers squeeze through the openings of small, red scissors
She snips away one by one
The thread that keeps
The leaves with trees
Some leaves she leaves untouched for tomorrow.

Winter

Again, she sits down at her page,
With a small, wooden file
She begins scratching and peeling
Bit and pieces of the sky
And watches as they
Tip and tap, pit and patter.
The deeper she scratches
The thicker the drops
Until at last, her art lays covered.

Spring

With a sky wide open
She sets to work
Recreating and renewing
And her elbows and arms
Slowly blow away the residue of the sky on the plains.

With her canvas clean.
She takes new colors with bright shades.
And mixes and flicks
She fills the page with slivers of color in every corner.
Colors and textures unimaginable as compatible.

Vibrant red dresses, white speckles, deep green bangs.
Dark green spinach against purple cabbage.
Cliffs bended brown and gray with a string of dark gold.

Of course not all of it she fills today.
She draws the orange buds of some.
The green stems of others
Some, she said
She’ll finish tomorrow.
Others, she smiled.
Are meant to dry.

From My Grandmother's Window

Motorcycles fly so fast by
They paper cut the sky

Leaving just enough time so

The girl and boy who walk towards each other
Can gently bump, slide each other their number

Passing

Vendors hold worlds in walls
Piled cucumbers the hills
Oranges the sun

Scooped

In the bags of old ladies
Holding out their hands in front of
Long lines of cars
Black Exhaust

Trailing

Lovers on a wooden bench
Her heart fills up her cheeks
As he turns his chest

Blocking

Smoke, gently writing stories in the air
From cigarettes held in a teenager’s fingertips
Slowly lifting it up to his rosy lips

All of it nestles in a reflecting bubble
That gently floats
Up to my grandmother’s window.

Call for Change

I walked into the first class in the morning on the first day of class, and my professors told me that she was looking for another job, because this one would not pay!

I walked into my second class on the first day of class, and my professor told me that professors are living under the poverty line for the East Bay!

She told me that professors were leaving.
And those that were staying were staying because they loved what they were teaching.

I attend the number one public university in the world, and am ASHAMED that my professors are being forced to leave! The University we have is world renowned and instead of having faculty rush to join our community, they are running away.

Along with them our education, our enthusiasm for change, our love for knowledge, and our hope that we can CHANGE the world one person at a time.

We are being drained from our most valuable resources.

I'm writing to urge you to begin re-investing in California's public higher education system...

Join the Cause: http://www.ucforcalifornia.org/cal/home/