Tiny bird
inside his breast pocket
you are like the
young three-footed buck
and squirrel laying in the rain
with a broken hip
Science cannot heal all
should we have left you to die?
Young buck once jumped
with a grace man never could
squirrel – laughed with a zest unmatched
How does your heart sustain itself?
Cradling you in my hands
you seem like an earthly angel
Some people are like that.
Little people in furry clothes
Driving up the hill towards the cabin taking stock of our visit so far one chipmunk no deer no bear (taxidermied animals don’t count) Cresting the hill two does stood in the middle of the road paused, then continued over the fence to join a third That night in the rain we sat in rockers…
Love is a place Balmy days blinding storms times of vigor – and drought Sometimes we choose love sometimes, love chooses us I have never fully understood it. For some, love is less a matter of choosing it is just the place where one lives There are people who seem to float through life untouched…
1 June Journey back home it all began in California. before we left. Hope Remember when the world was not big enough and somedays were only whispered musings on a summer evening? what made this place any different from a hundred other places? Feelings of anticipation and uncertainty we are finally going home. a little…
Silly old cat, upside down and legs sprouting everywhere like a piece of modern art I would title you “Cat Wrapped Around Fish Bowl” look at yourself – I can hardly stop laughing! can you see them any better from this position? at the window, your birds may scatter when you leap to say hello…
Nights you’d prowl the house in stark contrast to days of nursing/moving/coaxing Did you slip away, certain your baby was asleep – forgetting she was an only child soon to miss the warmth of your body? or was it a need from deep inside to have some part of each day silently to yourself? It…