Tag: love

Zebras Dance Jubilantly

Zebras Dance Jubilantly

By Jackie Leavitt The rain drums on our roof from an unexpected storm. Everything outside is gray: the sky, the ocean, the bushes and trees. Even the invisible wind. Sadness lurks behind me, an unwelcome guest for the past two days. I’d hoped today would […]

The Point

The Point

By Jackie Leavitt I put the water bottle down on the sidewalk cement, illuminated in the fading gold light of the sun as it sinks closer to its set. The thermos does not contain water, but red wine bought the night before at a 7-Eleven […]

Siren’s Call

Siren’s Call

By Jackie Leavitt

The sailboat sits alone and empty, rocking back and forth on the ocean’s breath as the sun shines down on its white hull and the red buoy that ties it to place. The wind whines, asking for attention from the wandering-eyed sailor, curious of the fascinating new lands lush with waving palms and sandy shores. Even though this sea dog returns each night to rest his head upon his berth’s bosom, there is a distraction, an eagerness in the morning to abandon ship for the yet-to-be-discovered.

Each port is just a dalliance, the boat whispers to the wind, meant for stories at sea but not for long-term lounging, and soon the sailor will return to me, his first mistress and home. Even though the land is fresh and exciting, while the ship aches and groans as if shifting for a comfortable seat after arthritis has ridden her joints for many a years, she knows her love is inescapable. It’s the type that worms its way into your soul, until, much like the marrow in your bones, you can’t separate yourself. When you breathe, you breathe her. She carried this knowledge with a quiet confidence, knowing.

The seagulls, overhearing the conversation, wiggle in the winds and laugh at the earth’s paltry attempt to steal what we all know belongs not on the solid surface of rock and clay, but on the sway and roll of the water. Already, from their height, they see the longing gazes that shift repeatedly back to the bobbing vessel. Soon the sailor will be galloping along the waves again in his bucking Bueller, with no land in sight.

 

You can check out Bueller’s blog at No Land in Sight.

Laptop Love Affair

Laptop Love Affair

By Jackie Leavitt Vaguely, I feel Jackie pull me across the bed, turn my still-sleeping face to her. She pokes me – just once – and I feel myself slowly come to life. My brain starts whirling, and I groggily mumble at her, not making […]

New Orleans, the Summer Flame

New Orleans, the Summer Flame

By Jackie Leavitt New Orleans is like someone you wish you could date. It’s a bright flash of instant, head-over-heals infatuation from the heat that relaxes you, and the art and music that inspires you. It’s beautiful and intriguing, with slightly gritty and dark sides. […]