Q...E. . .D!

He attaches himself to...
...the end of the queue.

A number.
Number 19 to be precise.

Just another unknown human
in its chain.

All these separate consciousnesses
held together by the queue's formality.

Now shuffling slowly now
fastly now

not going anywhere at all.

We inch to the teller
who controls our time.

But ha!
( No! Not our minds! )

Each of us ennui'd
in our own particular way

our thoughts roaming
free.

One recites Hopkins
to himself.

Another juggles the ingredients
of that night's dinner.

Yet another and yet
another

thinking nothing
( nothing at all )

able to shut down the mind
to suit the body's function.

This, thing that is
us

a human charm bracelet
a walking collection of various DNA

our being threaded through
the eye of the moment

like so much human
( that word again )thread

sewing this
time together

when

the man behind the man
in front of him

clasps the stranger's waist
firmly in both hands and

suddenly sings:
"deda deda deda DA!
deda deda deda DA!
deda DA DA!
deda DA DA!"

Now, one after
the other after

the other
strangers throwing

off their strangeness

all grabbing waists
legs kicked to first

one side then
the other

all congaing
just for that one

glorious moment
of togetherness

before becoming( once
again )isolated beings

but this time
united by

joy
&
laughter.

In 1972, my Deda co-built a summit in Lovćen, Montenegro, the mountain that inspired Montenegro’s very name, meaning black mountain.
It was here, even before my father was born, that he injured his leg - and for long as I can remember, Deda walked with a charming limp.
There are many family stories I do not know: some locked away because they are painful, others I never thought to ask. And though Deda is no longer here, I am learning -
yes, there is still time
  to listen,
     to honor.

dok su se tu sinoć grlile
stenjale i dahtale
slušao ih deda pera
pa progviri
kroz otvoren pendžer

baš bi hteo to da kuša
u transu mu suva usta
da l’ da čeka bolje vreme
jer mu vreme nije sjajno
pa sa svakom ponaosob

osećajno

Moracu opet da cimam Deda Mraza da ti omoguci jos jednu zelju, al onu pravu, veliku, do tada pazljivo je oblikuj, al nikako ne pomisljaj u celosti, nikako. Usput moram i za sebe da zamolim da samo priceka jos koji dan, ne mogu da se odlucim dal 88 ili 76.

mh

Vidim prionulo se odmah danas na oblikovanju zelje, sto pohvaljujem. Savet, nikako ne zamisljati u celosti dok Deda Mraz ne da odobrenje za zelju se postuje, sto pohvaljujem takodje.

Ovo sto sam danas videla izgleda dosta dobro, moram priznati. Ti raspolozena, doterana, neka dobra muzika u pozadini te pokrece, nogice rade, VELIKA raskrsnica, MOCNO, CRVENO  i znam, znam, ja sam morala ovog puta da se krecem u drugom pravcu i prodjem ti iza ledja, sve ok, moramo da ispostujemo Deda Mraza. Samo bejb ako mozes da me ne zamisljas da sam u ciklusu, da me boli stomak, glava, mislim da ne zaboravis da preoblikujes to, da i ja budem voljna i zeljna za sve sto treba u toj tvojoj zelji.

:)
mh

Sve sto pozelis zelim da ti se ostvari, Srecna Nova!!!

mh

...poreklo svog prezimena, da li je jevrejsko, nemacko ili vec. Dedu sa tatine strane nikada nisam upoznala, niti se o njemu pricalo. Pre dve godine kada je baba umrla saznala sam da tata ima polusestru i da je baba pobegla iz Kuzmineca od dede kada je saznala da ju je prevario sa rodjakom. Tata je bio tada beba. Jedino sto znam jeste da je deda bio vojno lice i da sam imala prababu koja je zivela u Valjevu.

btw. mene i onako vise vuku dalmatinski geni :)

mh