tulips and cents found at Pike's yesterday

My last purchase at Elliott Bay Books in Pioneer Square was poetry by Beverly Rollwagen.  Her volume is She Just Wants and every poem is a response to Freud's question of what women want.  They range from whimsical to mean to reflective.    I choose time because it fits with my current weighing of what to do next in life.

She just wants to locate herself in

time and space.  Everything rushes

past:  childhood, beauty, even pain.  There

must be a place to rest, to take a deep

breath and absorb what's gone before.

She watched the face of the clock for a

clue; she studies the map of her life.  She

notices how she's been all over, and never

too long in one place.  She can't decide

if this is a problem or a gift.  She points

to a dot on the map and decides to settle

there.  She wants to believe that there is

still time for a mailbox with her name

and address in block letters.  Still time to

go home.