A swell of support

lifted him up

and he gratefully rode it

 to the waiting shore

where he would briefly rest

and then dive in once more.

JDG

I hoped inspiration

would come bearing a bouquet

of poems, but here I sit

without even one small bud.

JDG

Even when we have enough,

do enough, are enough,

we still get caught in the grip

of wanting more –

more than ever, more than before,

more than that guy next door.

We really are such a mess.

We even want more

of wanting less.

JDG

By one or two

we’ve learned to talk, but

sometimes it takes us forever

to learn to listen.

JDG