Sunday Scribblings #33 – New

On my way home I tripped on a giant new crack in the sidewalk.
Was it really new or did I just fail to notice it before?

On my way home I entertained myself by crunching my boots in the new snow.
New to me, but perhaps it had been there for awhile, possibly waiting for a little human contact..

On my way home, I skidded off my bike and ripped my new
fluffy white jacket.
Black street guck was now irreversibly ground into the purity of my never-worn white fluffy bunny coat.
“Ok”, I thought, “This confirms it. Eddie, that evil and destructive
‘new clothing spirit’ is still trying to prevent me from owning any
new clothes.”

On my way home, I made a new friend with the old man who
wobbles down my street everyday.
He hushed me and reminded me to go softly.

On my way home a tear collided with my nose when I noticed the
new arm extended towards me,
begging for change on our busy corner.
I absorb suffering like a sponge.

On my way home I felt new sensation
of calm which rode the elevator up and down my spine and swarmed the inside of my belly.
“Oh joy”, I told myself, “now you can relax”.

On my way home, I took a new route
to bypass the hill and the traffic.
It took a little longer, but hey,
my body enjoyed the change of scenery.

On my way home, the words to a new song
fluttered around in my soul.
The words, the ones I now owned, marched along rhythmically with my steps.

On my way home I negotiated new
coping strategies with myself.
I threw some away and tucked the others in my back pocket.

On my way home, someone shouted
“brand new kittens for sale!”
My heart blew wide open, and I was forced, by my need to connect with innocence, to scratch tiny kitty ears and itty-bitty kitty bellies for awhile.