When a loved one struggles with a diagnosis and we work to figure out how to struggle with it, it is like a collage of sorts.Which are the pieces of tissue paper to use? When to stop and merely sit?
No
I do not speak French
Yet this is the word
That chimes
In my head.
I try to put things
Together,
Make them fit.
Maybe the word is more
Like collage.
Now it feels like
Watered glue
Multi-colored tissue paper
On cardboard.
Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Monday, June 15, 2020
Company, sometimes
This is one of the times I must guess.
We all need company
Sometimes
Sometimes
We know it
Sometimes someone else
Must guess
Come up alongside.
We all need company
Sometimes
Sometimes
We know it
Sometimes someone else
Must guess
Come up alongside.
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Unearthed wealth
One more for my great-grandfather, Thomas Sadler Roberts. I am another generation watching birds.
The swoop of goldfinches
In the backyard
Reminds me
Of all the treasure
That remains
Unseen
Unknown
They are unearthed
Wealth.
The swoop of goldfinches
In the backyard
Reminds me
Of all the treasure
That remains
Unseen
Unknown
They are unearthed
Wealth.
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
The bison were not open for business yesterday
My beloved's birthday was yesterday, We were going to go see the bison. No. They were not open .
The bison were not open
For business
Yesterday
We could only see them
By computer screen
And then
Only if they chose
To walk by
The cameras
The bison and bob-o-links
Have taken a break
From being on perpetual view
They can choose
If they will be seen
Or not.
It is the season
For calves
This season of sickness
Has allowed the bison
A rest.
The bison were not open
For business
Yesterday
We could only see them
By computer screen
And then
Only if they chose
To walk by
The cameras
The bison and bob-o-links
Have taken a break
From being on perpetual view
They can choose
If they will be seen
Or not.
It is the season
For calves
This season of sickness
Has allowed the bison
A rest.
Saturday, June 6, 2020
The cat, I love the way
The cat
I love the way
She tentatively enters
Dark places
The cat
I love the way
She crawls under bookshelves
To see
What's there
Even if only
Half of her
Can fit
Amd all I can see
Is her tail
Then she backs out
Shakes the dust off
Does a final preen
Begins again.
I love the way
She tentatively enters
Dark places
The cat
I love the way
She crawls under bookshelves
To see
What's there
Even if only
Half of her
Can fit
Amd all I can see
Is her tail
Then she backs out
Shakes the dust off
Does a final preen
Begins again.
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Oh so white
We are weary
Yes
And angry
Yes
We can't breathe
Yes
We can't breathe
The quotation
Of a young murdered
Black man
In the city of my birth
The white city
Of my birth
Oh so white
Yes
And angry
Yes
We can't breathe
Yes
We can't breathe
The quotation
Of a young murdered
Black man
In the city of my birth
The white city
Of my birth
Oh so white
Monday, June 1, 2020
Trauma
First
My trauma
Does not equal
Your trauma
Does not equal
Her trauma
Does not equal
His trauma.
Equality
Is not the word
We seek
The word we seek
Is trauma
Common trauma.
It is the only possibility
For unity.
But first
Comes recognition
Of individual trauma
Before we arrive
Anywhere else.
My trauma
Does not equal
Your trauma
Does not equal
Her trauma
Does not equal
His trauma.
Equality
Is not the word
We seek
The word we seek
Is trauma
Common trauma.
It is the only possibility
For unity.
But first
Comes recognition
Of individual trauma
Before we arrive
Anywhere else.
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