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Under the hairdryer,
without my bifocals on,
I gaze across the beauty salon.
I see beautiful shades
of sparkling sherry,
shimmering blond,
and amber brown
framing blurred faces.
Everyone is lovely.
Everyone is equal.
There is no discrimination.
I have an inkling
of what heaven must be like.
I linger under the hairdryer
twenty minutes longer
tentatively
holding back reality.
From Why I Miss New Jersey (CreateSpace, 2013).
Used with the author's permission.
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Barbara Eknoian writes poetry, novels, and short stories. Her work has appeared in numerous venues and her latest book is More Jerkumstances, New & Selected Poems. Barbara lives in La Mirada, California with her daughter, grandson, and two cats;
she says the younger one keeps the family on their toes because she's full of mischief!
        
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erinsnana:
I love this poem! I took my glasses off once on a boat ride and wrote a poem about it. It gave me new perspective.
Posted 01/14/2016 11:29 AM
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peninsulapoet:
My first favorite Barbara Eknoian poem. Many have followed.
Posted 01/14/2016 10:47 AM
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Katrina:
Jayne, your comment reminds me of Arthur Miller's novel: 'Focus' I wonder how we can combat discrimination. Acknowledging it poetically is a great start and I like the way this poem wryly appreciates its own gentle delusion.
Posted 01/14/2016 03:59 AM
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