City-desert nightwalk

Early summer, late at night
Pleasant sweet-smelling air
Clouds veiling a half-lit moon
Scorpius crawling up the sky
Tree-hid birds awake chirping
Lone dog barking in its yard
Startled stray cats darting
Crickets playing insistent songs
Quiet of people gone to bed
Mellow breezes gently stirring
Damp-grass lawns subtly cooling
Street lights too brightly illuming
Saguaro blooms softly glowing

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 May 11th

In a hospital

In a hospital
it’s difficult to listen
to sad, scary sounds
      “code blue” on intercoms
      wailing, grieving families
      beep-beep-beep of machines —
But if you listen
more carefully
you can hear
      the sound of hope
      of healing, love, and support,
      caring, confident voices
      of nurses and doctors and staff,
      the din and melodies of
      our imperfect and indispensable
      healthcare plexus at work.

—Terri Guillemets, 2017 May 13th

Bass & beats

If I ever die of a heart attack, I hope it will be from playing my stereo too loud.

—Terri Guillemets, 1989 September 18th

P.S. This was a diary entry at 15 years old. But oh, how not true anymore! As the years and my concern for actual heart attacks have gradually increased, the volume knob has decreased. Guess I really am maturing. But people just love this quote from back in the day, so I will leave it for posterity. –tg, 2015