Orange crescent moon showed through
the trees low slung and huge.
How these marvels of the universe
appear one way this time one way thatÂ
no cause known or sought by me
only splendid marvelous effect
of which I am the loving recipient.
Category: Poems
September 2, 2011
I dreamed I had fallen in love with a rabbit man
who walked on two legs
who was tall and lanky
who was a dashing clever hero.
An adventure dream.
We were fighting our way out of an evil place.
But I was completely smitten with him
and that in itself was an adventure
free of ambivalence
one hundred percent
knowing
possessed of a singular feeling.
Maybe that is what afterlife is like.
September 1, 2011
My head pounds and aches on this first of September. Â
Evil dastardly ragweed lurks at every turn
even just outside my bedroom window.
I was too happy to bother rooting it out this summer. Â
Now I cast curses, give it the stink eye, knowing full wellÂ
that these gestures are futile, even childish. Â
The natural world that I love has flattened me. Â
A tall common and might I say unpretty weed has won.
I am defeated. Â
Humbly I loosen the cap on a bottle of pillsÂ
hoping for respite.
August 31, 2011
I want to write a poem that could change a life. Â
My own or better still yours.
A change for the good of courseÂ
no evil plan on my part
no hoped for dastardly deed.
I want to strike a chordÂ
shed a beam of light
ring a bell that we have beenÂ
unable to reach you and I. Â
My hopes are high, anyone can see that
for I have taken up the business of Joy.
Lucky me. Lucky lucky me.Â
And I will share.
August 30, 2011
Things I cannot know
number into the thousands.
I hope for wisdom.
August 29, 2011
Watching for a spark a speck of light
in the dark chasms of my brain some
inspiration a glimmer the turn of a page
the book of my mind opening to a pithy
phrase the astonishing illumination of
an otherwise hidden flight of stairs leading
me and you out of the mundane world of
this and that to some small secret bliss.
Alas the spark the glimmer the page the
staircase the bliss do not appear.
Not today.
August 28, 2011
My birthday has come and gone this
sixtieth and I feel loved by many loving
of many more and ready to fill up the
large pocket of my next twenty years with
tender abandonÂ
unyielding acceptanceÂ
the wisdom and wildness of age
gentle strength of purpose and
piles upon piles of adventures leadingÂ
me onward to my true north.
August 27, 2011
Five seventeen in the morning I am
sixty years and two hours old. The moon
hangs just above the eastern horizon a
thin white crescent in the still dark sky
the faint outline of its whole self just visible.
I am up and out with my two dogs earlyÂ
for the purpose of going aloft in a huge
balloon on this particular day. But the moon
is magical and I wonder if my plan was
really somehow calculated so that IÂ
would take this walk with this
spectacular morning moon.
August 26, 2011
Last day of a decade for me.
Tomorrow will be the first of another.
Three fourths of my life behind me.
Another fourth awaiting my nod.
I feel easy and good about this.
I know I am where I should be.
A luxury many do not have
the knowing the ease the belief
right down into the core of me. Â
I am lucky all the way down
to the center of my tender bones.
Lucky I will stay becauseÂ
I believe it so.
August 25, 2011
Home in my own home my own bed
with my two dogs my one quiet sonÂ
my own yard’s population of contented crickets
quietly singing in their humble way
the men across the street hammering onÂ
my neighbor’s house a child calling down the block
a squirrel chittering as they do for whateverÂ
reason they do it bluejays shouting back and forth.
All the familiar things of home
especially dear after a holiday away
even one that itself was filled
with warmth and light.