Visited by some
kind of bug and unable
to sleep, I wrap myself
in gratitude, and held in
its calm embrace,
I rock myself to sleep
humming a lullaby of tenderness.
JDG
Even Birds Have Their Limits
It might be hunger
or pure cussedness that drives
that squirrel to dangle
and try to reach their treat, but
those birds dive and say, “No way!”.
JDG
What The Moment Holds
Sitting down to write,
I meet what is, what isn’t,
what might yet be.
Isn’t this what every moment holds
whether we’re aware of it or not?
JDG
Ways Of Seeing, Ways Of Being
How different the world
looks, how different they move through
each day, those snails and weasels.
JDG
Sometimes Though
I might as well
be looking at myself
from the top of a skyscraper –
that’s how distant
my head can be
from my heart and gut.
Sometimes though,
when I get still enough,
a witnessing self appears
and holds all three
compassionately.
JDG
Holding It Together
It won’t be a snap,
but in moments of high tension
we could try zipping our lips
without buttoning our hearts.
JDG
Open Question
Standing before that
barely open door,
I realize I too
am not completely closed
or fully open.
Should I view this as an oversight
or as an invitation?
JDG
