Down-home Remedy

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.


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!”. 


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?


Ways Of Seeing, Ways Of Being

How different the world

looks, how different they move through

each day, those snails and weasels.


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



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.


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?