Sunday, June 20, 2021


 It is Father's day
It is also your birthday
This year
Before you died
Our mother moved it
Back one month 
As if such things
Can be moved around
This year
It is your birthday
And Father's Day
A fitting thing
I remember
I have moved it back
To its correct date


Monday, June 7, 2021

Something New May Come

 Something new
May come
Something new
Always comes
I sit in my chair
Watch the milkweed
For the monarch's arrival
Watch rhe goldfinch
Swoop aagain
Find the thistle seed
Swoop again

Saturday, June 5, 2021

The Edge

I live on the edge
I serve on the edge
It has always
Been so
Just so 
The liminal world
Has been mine
From the beginning
Til now

Friday, June 4, 2021

The Wind Blows Through

The wind blows through
Front to back
Back to front
The cat catches it
Watching the birds
Through the screens
Front to back
Back to front
Wherever the birds
Catch her interest
The robins seem  
To be her favorites today
Tomorrow it may be
The sparrows
She is a creature
Of whim


Sunday, May 30, 2021


 We're not the same
As them
Store windows smashed
Streets filled
With broken glass
Capitol breached
We're not the same
We would never do
Such things
Not us
Not us
Not us

Friday, May 28, 2021


We are connected
One device to another
My sleep doctor reads my sleep machine
On line
Begs to differ with me
When I say
I'm doing fine
No, you're not
He states firmly
Over Zoom 
My seizure watch
Alerts the family
To seizures on the horizon
Because most often
I do not know
They are galloping in
Until after
I have been left
In the dust


Monday, May 24, 2021


Stood excited next to Him
On the mountain
Was Jesus tempted to let him
Build it? 
Was he tempted
To  consider companionship
With Moses and Elijah
The ones who got the drift 
Send the disciples back down to the valley
After the construction

The house down the road  matches the robin's
Egg-blue shrine to Mary
She chuckles 
When we drive by
My friend's son called from Labrador
He will have three days in Kuwait to get acclimated
Before he arrives in Baghdad
I prayed the Stations of the Cross last night
 I  never could get why the Roman Catholics
Worshiped Mary so much
I believe I understand now
But now I realize she allowed
Her Son to be sacrificed
Mine is not the same thing
Of course  not
I whispered
But it is


During the Feast of Booths
A temporary shelter is raised
In backyards
Roof open to the sky 
Meals are shared there
The kids camp out 
For days
A remembrance of the forty years
We are always meant to move on
Roof open to the sky
Let us build a booth
See the stars