poetry

13 in 2020

13 in 2020

he needs a bigger bookcase
and pants that fit
a haircut strategy
and a phone of his own (eventually…)
he needs to be pulled outside
to get his blood pumping
and unify body + mind

he needs to know
when normal will resume
a timeline for his tropical dreaming
when he can next dust off that life list
how many years until his passport
will be stamped again
he needs some certainty
about where he’s going
and when

and all I know for sure is
none of us knows what’s next
but wherever he is
is even more wonderful
for his deep-feeling heart

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ancestors

ancestors

we are here
and we see you

each one of us trailed
by our ancestors’ shadows
radiating out from our small souls
like spokes from a turning wheel
like the infinite bodies extending
away from ours
in the dressing room mirror

when we speak
echoes of their beliefs rattle
through the drums of our chests
we are never alone
with us they say
in their own silent tones
we are here
and we see you

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encouraging words

encouraging words

boxes stacked toward the ceiling
of the still living room
I sift through the papers
of the years
of heartstrings

so many souls
keep us alive
and more –
keep us dreaming and doing
becoming more than we might have
exceeding our own expectations
stretching to just barely
nudge against theirs

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tending to time

tending to time

already the to-do list
has spilled off the table
and squeezed under the doorjamb
smothering to-be time

I’m making a small circle of now
outlining places to file down
to keep things smooth

life mindlessly carries us along
until we remember
to tend rootlets all around

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inheritance

inheritance

what would he think of his wife
whittling away his children’s wealth
erasing their names
by the respective x’s,
and inserting her own,
including his difficult surname
that she’d earned
over the long hard years
lying beside his failing body

he was mostly all business
proud of his cold calculations
he watched the stock ticker crawl
from his hospital bed
and once, after opposing counsel shamed him,
he pinned the man in the courthouse elevator,
threatened him and others to come

but sometimes he was pleased
to unfist his hands
smugly magnanimous
glad to be the bigger man
or perhaps generous with guilt

I think he’d just be disappointed
in any one of us who failed to fight
his money wasted (he’d mutter)
on idiots
who ought to have learned
how to hold on to a gift

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tweens

tweens

may I never forget
our boys at this age
searching the mud
for slick thick-bellied frogs
loose in their lengthening bodies
unconscious of the part of their hair
and whether anyone’s watching

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Thunder Pass

Thunder Pass

we go to the mountains
to be awed
humbled by all the creations
more beautiful than ourselves
violet-blue delphinium
rose-pink queen’s crown
Snow Lake gleaming blue-grey
in midday sun
midway between summer and fall

we fall hopelessly in love
with big spaces
uncontrollable forces
feeling tiny and peaceful
blissfully letting go
of the illusion of control

we put one foot in front of the other
trusting the path
open to anything
thankful for each wondrous bit
of color light sound being
that passes our way

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friendship, camping

friendship, camping

someone who wants to be with me
just for who I am
not because we share blood
not due to desire
not because I’m useful
just because we like each other

rarest of souls
just for you I’m weaving
a crown of gentian blossom
and rabbit fur
golden butterfly wing
and lime green moss –

all that I have to offer
besides a handful of M&Ms
and my authentic grateful heart
so at home with you

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Pepper

Pepper

he always seems to be smiling
large brown eyes curious and calm
beak mostly quiet
as if he has one eyebrow arched
wondering what off-base thing
we might do next

even when he was way up in the aviary
high enough to believe he was the boss
he willingly came to us
amazing

Would you like to be part of our family?
I ask
not sure what yes looks like

a few weeks ago he flew down out of the sky
to another family who couldn’t take him
as if asking for
some warm humans
to love him and keep him safe

I hope that’s us
that we’re worth falling from heaven for

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August First

August First

August sneaks up
just when you feel you’re
safely in the thick of summer
lazing through July
but school and structure
are only a breath away

the days are getting shorter
I feel it tonight
but with the dark
comes candlelight’s glow
and the warmth of the cheery lanterns
strung overhead

these are the days when
I would take my new school shoes
out of their cardboard box
admire them and smell the stiff leather
then close them back in the closet
prepared to suck whatever juice summer had left
from that popsicle quickly losing its color and tang
going ice-grey