poetry

miracle

miracle

my mother sits with me
at my table
making plans
a year away

every bit of this scene
a miracle
I wouldn’t dare dream
one year ago

poetry

Vote No on Redtail Ridge

Vote No on Redtail Ridge

money is energy
two people tell me this week
it feels like magic

there’s dark magic and white magic
people told me in Ireland
this feels like dark energy

can I launder it?
push it toward the light?
toward working for good?

Redtail Ridge: hard to know
which side to vote for –
a no vote says yes to what?

but when you follow the money
it’s clear to see:
no is yes to more restraint

yes is no to rethinking what we want next
now that the world has changed:
no is the road to a new map –

let’s draw it

poetry

facing Harper Lake

Photo by Chris Hansen of 9 News (KUSA).

facing Harper Lake

today a stranger and I made plans
to face the lake together

we’ve both been round its tame shore
enough times to expect the cottonwood to the south

and the Indian Peaks view to the west
but what we’re not quite prepared for

is what’s left of the homes we saw on TV
sending great jets of ravenous orange flame

into the night, seeming to burn for hours
with a tender couple silhouetted before that wall of fire

we know what a luxury it is
to not have seen it all yet

to not have to deal in the daily minutiae
of Right of Entry forms

and adjusters
(and knowing whether that’s -er or -or)

agents and policies and replacement everythings
rentals and architects and builders and plans –

plans, most of all –
no, we go about our days with the privilege

of not needing to plan much of anything,
able to choose when to face the lake

on our own terms,
a choice that couple never had to make

poetry

wandering

wandering

almost every night these days
I peer into what will be

there’s a grace in not wanting
not asking or deciding
just waking up
without choosing a path
but that’s not for tomorrow

we’re still weaving the rope
that leads back home