At those times
when I feel in harmony
with the world
Every clock dances
with 12:12, 3:03 or
other synchronous pairs
before moving on to
the next minute in time
Conversely, hands
on a discordant clock
suspend time as
they stretch and point
toward numbers that disagree
Like a flashing red light
they warn again and again
that the world has become too much
The day’s hot breath lingered forcing fireflies out of the grass. Soundlessly they rose – rising blink-ing rising – pausing in the trees, slowly charting their way ever upward. Occasionally we’d catch one in an old jar, while grownups sat in lawn chairs and chatted. Mostly we just ran around small, thin arms o u…
This boy speaks through all the depths of my being – not my heart he carries away but the We leaving such an ache. The distance tearing us again and again into him. me. Sliding between our two worlds I am more – and less than before we met. Once other hands protected me Walking…
A friend once asked, “What ? makes today different from any other day” But to digress for just a moment I keep struggling with What is a friend? For all the attributes one might scribe on a list – and conversely all the things a friend should / would never do – above all friendship…
Eagle flying in the air all alone, always there ever circling what do you see on the ground cold, dark, dank, brown circling, ever circling Over treetops, over farms lying fallow – is it flight keeps you alive? time long gone I’d lay watching as you worked the currents finally running in for the kill…
Funny isn’t it how late afternoon is also early evening and is (just as surely) – night – depending on the time of year In the scrapbook…
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…