New Planet

Huh. Something’s different.   Is it the quality of the light streaming into my room After a night like so many others, Or the way it is reflected in the mirror? Maybe it’s my eyes that have changed, Seeing what was unseen before. Or, the change is in the story my mind weaves About what … Continue reading

Whatever the Earth is Saying

Whatever the Earth is Saying

A response to Mary Oliver’s “Of What Surrounds Me” Whatever the Earth is saying It always needs an ear or an eye Or a whole body, to witness And make it Something– A dream, a poem, a gasp. Whatever the Earth us dreaming It needs a heart, or a bunch of hearts, To feel its … Continue reading

Little You

Little You

     I’m sifting through old photos of you as a little kid– Grinning, jumping, mugging, hugging, Digging in the mud beneath my garden sunflowers, In dog-piles of kids and pets, All boy, all action, in love with the world– And I miss you so much I feel the tears sting Even though you are … Continue reading

4/15/14: Lunar Eclipse With BFF

4/15/14: Lunar Eclipse With BFF

    The two of us on the wide lawn at midnight Watching the moon disappear into a ruddy smear With blankets and popcorn We are middle aged women Fat and happy Though we gripe about old bones And stiff hips Worry about aging parents and Children who are launching As you nestle closer for … Continue reading

Isa (Standstill)

Isa (Standstill)

  Stand still Let the icy winds of Winter Blow right through Till you are clear And crystalline. Unmoved, Dispassionately allow death To silence Your least Breath.   Then, wait.   In stillness Stand And listen As the wisdom wind Blows you away, cell by cell.   Then Still Wait.   The winds will die … Continue reading

4/9/14:  Sometimes Life Goes Drip…Drip…Drip…

4/9/14: Sometimes Life Goes Drip…Drip…Drip…

  Sometimes Life goes drip… drip… drip… …. … drip… When we most yearn for the current to carry us downstream into the great river that will take us–we are certain–to our Destiny.   And yet, here we are.   Stagnant. Waiting, Dry and discouraged. Turning the spigot, checking the pipes, fearing the  heart will dry up and blow away. … Continue reading

4/7/14: We Belong

Walking the trail today though the lovely Sycamores beside the tiny suburban stream sometimes choked with weeds and sometimes foaming with something that does NOT belong in a natural waterway, I think Everything IS perfect. I DO belong. Even with my widening shadow and thinning hair soaked with sweat, Even with my tendency to over worry, Despite my … Continue reading