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Sunset Walk

 

Look, over there,

a pink orange surprise

above the dark outline

of trunk and branch hugging

the horizon

 

Sunsets, like every leaf ever made,

never look the same,

and the sky never gets bored in its

end-of-the-day palette

of Easter hues

 

Lately, colors have been heightened,

the crisp green of leaves, bold

contrast to the blushing rose

and white jasmine, whose fragrances

linger long after we pass by

 

The streets are poignantly empty,

even of car sounds,

and the ground shimmers

in the pale light, as if not quite

substantial any more

 

It is possible to breathe quietly

under such a sunset,

and let fear and worry dissolve

under the sky

like watercolors

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Blue Sky

On days when the sky

holds a danger of gray

let each flavor linger

like unfamiliar fruit,

slowly, with delight

and a bit of wistful wishing

that you hadn’t tried it yet,

that the first sweet surprise

still awaited your tongue

 

Greet each person you know

like a world

you’ve never traveled,

wild terrain

both foreign and friendly,

with unexpected paths

perhaps long forgotten,

and vistas that awe the heart

and catch the breath

 

Embrace every tree you meet

like a whole forest 

of wonder 

rooted more deeply 

than any human kind,

rich, earthy, expansive,

not prone to pettiness,

but magnificent 

in generosity

 

On days when the sky

holds a danger of gray,

you might think it 

the only color you will ever see,

then with all of your senses

seek blue, find blue

taste it, greet it, 

embrace blue sky 

in you

3/18/20

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Now They Know

Grief is like this:

everything stops

for you,

but not the world

And you can’t believe

every day continues

when even thought

doesn’t work for you

Others are kind, or not,

but life isn’t one long moment

stretched to raw feeling

for them

And sometimes you wonder

if you are alone

because everything continues on,

while you just try to breathe

Now suddenly, everyone knows

what you know,

grief is like this virus

when everything stops

3/13/20

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Come Now,

 

There are wretched

fights we could have

over differences of opinions,

we could shout

and call each other names,

prove our points again and again

amid the thump thump cadence

of our too-much-human hearts

 

But the hour grows late,

the climate contrary,

and all the fight in me

would rather grow vegetables

and plant trees

for generations of creatures and people

who may be no relation at all

except by heart

 

The future

will come unbidden

whether we shake hands

and rise to meet it together

or quarrel with ourselves

to the end, so let us

walk in sweet togetherness

rather than bitter separation

 

Come now, the sea is rising,

the earth claps her hands

and rocks the ground,

trying with every kind of weather

to reach her fractious babes,

but we cannot seem to listen

over the sound of our own

terrible thoughts and deeds

 

Haven’t we already proven

that hate makes skeletons

of us all

much sooner than necessary?

And over here, have you noticed

trees are budding along their tips

and the squirrels are basking

in the almost spring sun

 

What a world of beauty we ignore

in order to prove

we are in the running

for a fast race

to the finish line of humanity,

where no one wins, while

the birds sing the sun awake

and new leaves unfurl

 

Come now, there is no reason

more important

than the light sparkling from your eyes

into mine, than your smile

sharing this human story,

there is no reason

more important

than this

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Thoughts on Poetry

 

Often when the hour grows later,

poetry’s urgency becomes greater

to visit minds through the ages 

and be inscribed onto pages,

(often working without wages)

 

Poems, once the right words are found

expect us to find them quite profound,

to appreciate each syllable and sound

as we go and write them down

 

If we find them true and deep,

we memorize the ones we want to keep,

and poems accept that honor too,

recognizing it as their due

 

No matter the wit of their lyric bent,

how many metaphors came or went

poems don’t lord it over prose

though they like to keep it on its toes

 

Life relates in mostly prose,

told as a story as one grows,

but when events bring deep pain

we reach for poetry again

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Red Rock

 

Sit under the red

rock arches

of the past,

where friends and family

have gone to dust

 

Sift your fingers

through the sand,

tiny fragments

of weathered stone and bone,

and imagine

 

Some day

you too, will be beyond memory,

forgotten by every human mind

until only the earth

remembers

 

And yet, every thought

every breath, every laugh

the world collects

into a whole

that is shared with all

 

You are made of

history, and full of particles

of those you have not met,

every stranger,

self

 

You may try and try

to make your mark upon the world

and yet, without striving

you have already become

part of this earth collective

 

An integral part

of past and future

that someday

someone may sift their hands

through

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Walk Through

 

Walk through

that open door of grief

and you may find

a softer heart

and a kindness of memory

 

Under the pain and sorrow

are images

of smiling faces

and moments of togetherness

that transcend time

 

Beneath the wrenching alone

are all of the ways

of connection and comfort,

the conversations between hearts

when they love

 

On days

when grief spills from the door

and overwhelms everything,

sit quietly and remember

before

 

When you walk through

that open door of grief,

you may find

a clear window

into forever

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The Fog

 

The fog has slept all night

upon the ground,

barely waking to sit up

and climb the sky

with chill fingers

 

It clings to trees

and ghosts the houses,

thickening the air

with all the words

we cannot say

 

The words that would make

this world real,

real as the fires

that turn acres

into kindling

 

Real as the bodies

curled in sleep

in doorways of despair

town after town,

city after city

 

The fog finally reaches

right into daylight

and takes the long sentences

filled with all the words we cannot say

and says them, says them all

 

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Tell You

 

No one wants to tell you

it may always hurt,

your heart, pummeled by death

and swollen and bruised

by years of loss later

 

No one wants to tell you

that as you age

you will meet death suddenly

in hospital corridors

and on roadways

 

No one wants to tell you

that there will be other phone calls

that plunge your stomach down

and bend your knees

in disbelief

 

No one wants to tell you

that you’ve become part of a group

others don’t want to know,

those that have been seared

to the soul

 

No one wants to tell you

that time only blunts the pain

but does not remove it,

and that the missing doesn’t disappear,

only migrates

 

No one wants to tell you

that to be fully alive

you have to look death in the face

again and again, even your own,

until you no longer fear it

 

No one wants to tell you

that accepting

loss as a part of love

is what it truly means

to be human

 

10/6/19

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Impossible

 

We think we know

what will come

and then

something unheard

or unthought

or never experienced

plummets us

out of our minds

and into our small bodies

 

This human wear is wearying

and humbling

because just when we think

we are powerful

life fells us with a bold ask

to see more deeply

to feel more fully

to be more than we ever thought

impossible