Friday, February 24, 2017

Me and Desmond

Campus ministry memories. There are many.

Years ago
Many many years ago
I served on a committee,
A steering committee
For college students
To gather in Colorado.
The snow was thick.
The bus broke down
In Nebraska.
We stayed in a motel
With red flocked wallpaper.
Upon arrival
We met with our speakers.
One speaker
Was Desmond Tutu.
He shivered his way
Through the conference.
We stuffed him
In an overly large
Down coat.
I will remember that picture
Forever.
Me and Desmond
In the snow.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Independence

When do possibilities turn into suggestions turn into advice? This does not mean I don't wish people to care about me, just that I would like people to ask what I need. I do not plan to apply for disability. I do not plan to get a three wheeled bike.

How much advice
Can one person take?
This week I have heard
At least two ways
For me
To be independent
Without asking
What independence means
To me.
I am not happy
No
Not happy
Is not the term
Rather
Crabby
Weepy
Belligerent
How about asking
What independence means
To me
Before naming
The solution?
How about it, guys?
How about it, gals?
How about it?

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Remembrance

Remembering different things, or not remembering at all.

She says
She does not remember
Anything
From childhood.
I am sad
Because we shared a room
For years
With cupboards
Between our beds.
I remember a lot
But what
Does it mean
When only one person
Remembers
A shared experience?
Did it happen
By half?
Did it happen
At all?
Who is right?
Who is wrong?
Who is gracious?
Who is not?
What was shared
When nothing
Is remembered jointly
By both?

Monday, February 20, 2017

Wheeling

I am hopeful. I will work my way around the block in an hour. The sand hills may keep me company.

The sand hills wheel
Overhead.
We know north
Is the final destination
This time around.
We leave the front door
Open
To hear the seasons turn.
It’s warm
Unseasonably.
My feet woke up hopeful
This morning
Cranes and feet
What a combination!
I will head out north
Around the block
Me and the cranes
Wheeling
Hopeful with spring
Possibilities.


Sunday, February 19, 2017

Oh oh oh

Beginning the process of figuring out where to move. Retirement communities? A ranch home?

Oh oh oh
She says
There is so much to do here
We have twelve libraries
And art teachers
She points to the blind woman
Playing piano
In the lobby
See
So much to do
But before we let you in
We need a note
From your doctor.
Oh oh oh.
I’m not sure
We fit
The parameters.
Oh oh oh
Bible studies
Upon Bible studies
Don’t you know?
So much to do.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

More lady in red

Continuing to watch the lady in red or blue or green...oh, and the ducks, of course.

The lady in red
Now wears green.
We still watch her
Out the back
Call her
The lady in red
No matter what
She wears.
The ducks recognize her
No matter what
She wears:
Green
Red
Blue.
It matters
No never mind.
The ducks know her
For her endless supply
Of corn
Even when
It hasn’t snowed.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Dream home

Every year I enter once for the dream home. I have no idea what I would do with it once I got it. Still...I wonder. 

Today is the last day
To enter the contest
Whose dream house
Is it?
I have plenty
Of dreams
But usually someone else
Does not determine
Such things
The name will be drawn
Out of a hat
Picked by a computer
It will have nothing really
To do with real dreams
Just the luck
Of the draw
Then that someone
Will have to figure out
What to do with it
And what to do
With the non-dream home
Left behind.