We laugh.You makecrooked smilesat nine weeksgive or takea day.We meet the morning,enter a flowfamiliarto the newlyborn,in a newtimemeanderfromsleep to sleep,wakefulawakenings.Rest isfuel forthe milestonesyoureach right beforeour eyes:You smileat my smile.We aremirrorspassing in time.Maybe I growyounger asyou grow up.Take my finger.Lead on, babychild,I’m alongfor the ride.Teach meto lovethe shadows of late afternoonleaves again,light beamson a crackedwall, the … Continue reading Delight
Both Sides
I am eight in a blue striped chair listening.There is a song that makes me tear upA pure high pitched voice sings ice cream castlesclouds and dreams and a refrain I don’tfully understand but somehow do in my belly.I am eighteen and I know the woman singingthat song wrote the song when she wasn’tmuch older … Continue reading Both Sides
Behind the Curve Ahead of Myself
I’m thinking of summermy hands busyin dirt I’d hoped tomake ready weeks ago beforethe cold rains soaked our sleepybeds.Sun makes me thinksunflower, coneflower,blanketflower anda nice tomato ortwo but I’m aheadof myself today,behind the curveresurrecting the wobbly planter,seeding greens,radish,turning compostall things thatcome alongwith a little effort.Meanwhile, Inotice my mindwanders forwardas my body slows.Here again, aheadof myself.Still, … Continue reading Behind the Curve Ahead of Myself
Inevitable
InevitableSo then, we areInevitableFollow our starsAll the days your songs remember meAll your songs still leave their mark on meAging gracefully so inevitablyInevitableSo then, we areInevitableFollow our starsHigh above the heavens sing to meWordless phrases ring a bell for meOpen arms embrace the mystery with youInevitableSo, then, we areAll your songs still leave their mark … Continue reading Inevitable
Tell About That One
When you moved again,deciding which pieces to bringwith you took days. Disappearing roomsdisappeared objets d’art. Yourfamiliar touchstones were spirited awayalong with your memorieswhich still totter in a multitudeof worlds lately, but you hold onto a familiar question: “tell me a storyabout that”.We saved a few treasures in the purge.The too-large postmodern painting of adistorted violin … Continue reading Tell About That One
On The Other Hand
I question the form of my blooming in a slow growth season. It’s not that I don’t seek a little running sap in life anymore, change, another miracle of 3-day resurrection, re-planting in the soil of my circumstances. It’s not that I’m anywhere near worn & worried to the bone, quite the opposite, in fact. … Continue reading On The Other Hand
Dogwood of Desire
I want you to bloom the way you did 15 years ago Tree of springtime, bright stars against so much green. I want your younger tree self, your flourish, your promise. The way you recede these days reminds me of the Thin skin on my neck, fine white hair, the snow I find lately on … Continue reading Dogwood of Desire
EarthDay
I Remember your last birthday? We celebrated you on Resurrection Sunday as you, too, had been brought back from the brink to love us again. II Once I lay down in sweetgrass still enough to feel sparrow’s wings brush my cheek- so still I heard wild violets untuck then nod to the sun. III We … Continue reading EarthDay
Her Mantra is a List
Bays English muffins 3 green bananas Strawberry yogurt Half and half Coffee Cocktail nuts White wine I remember her grocery list for her now and the way home on a slim-laned road while she says again “This road is the same as it ever was” and I say “uh huh” again. And again she remembers … Continue reading Her Mantra is a List
after lucille
i am fleeing an old year and the new year hovers like a gathering storm that puts fire to my feet like lightening like all my wild dreams make easier to imagine myself not-yet-self at sixtyfive and seventyfive and seventysix even eightyplus so i am fleeing an old year and i hope what i love … Continue reading after lucille
Early Morning Poems 