As the moment of wonder Leads me into its myriad Of fears and inspirations I begin — however tentatively — To ponder the mere shadow Of substance that I can offer With my longings and loves. Then again, I hold sacred The power of “the one” When it is someone else. Why not hold it […]
“Cat got your tongue?” I’d have to say no Except for the fact That I have nothing To say. Nothing — that is — Except for my meager Attempts to verbalize The bottomless Pit of my fear and love And how they become A melting pot that Overflows with longings And wishes and Wishes that
Inspiration is exceptional. Do not take it for granted. I awoke in a thick sweat, Though our bedroom still Had the chill of Morning air. I knew there was much To do And chose not to make Much a do about other Things this morning. I took the guitar off It’s rack and plucked A
Being unemployed has several side-effects: Reduced income, eating away at money saved up For other purposes, and most of all — time on my hands. I kept seeing the time on my hands as a mystery to Be delved into and decided upon. Now, I realize that it is a simple gift. I had seen
One of the things I noticed about you first Was the way you gazed in awestruck joy At beauty. I’m sure that others have this gift. I just had never noticed before you, In the way I saw it in you. And so often when I could not see the Beauty you saw, I would
I’ve been so distracted lately. I was laid off in September. Now it’s December and I’m Looking for my new livelihood Still. Since I have no job, I’ve been commissioned with Walking the dog three times a day. I like that I used the word Livelihood. So much more true-to-form than “Job” or “Work” or
I look out the window Into “our woods” And notice the awe With which I hold This time and place. It was not always so. Which allows now To hold even more Gratitude for me. The giant dreamcatcher Hovers between Two trees and Invites me into Further dreaming. For I have been dreaming All along.
I rarely edit my poetry. I don’t remember why I got into this practice. It probably has to do with my love of improvisation. Life is like that. We have to make it up as we go. Otherwise, it could seem to be too twisty. I like predictability and I like surprise. Well, I’m not
It starts easy enough. We are born. Perhaps we are born again While we — and those we love — Still live. And then we learn that Surviving is not the sole purpose For being here. Being alive is not so much the point. What we long for is the life That can be in
You do things your way and I do things mine. Not by design. This is just the way it is. It’s not simple, but not really complex. Maybe it will remain a paradox for all time. You get your work done just as I do. Yet the ways we get there bear No comparison at
