Knox stopped by my room

to complain  he wasn’t

getting enough attention 

and he’d have to report me

to dog protective services.

JDG

When our thoughts are

as scattered as tossed bird seed,

they fail to nourish us or anyone.

JDG

It’s been over twenty years

that I have lived in this small, round house

by the pond. After a lifetime of moves –

Pennsylvania, Virginia, California,

New Jersey, Alabama, Tennessee, Alaska,

Massachusetts, Thailand, North Carolina –

I am at last settled and content

in my one true home.

JDG

When the excitement died down

and all the other birds had flown away,

one small chickadee remained

to finish his meal in peace…

well, almost…

but when Knox ran up, brandishing 

his latest stick, that wee chickadee flew the coop.

JDG

I put-down my pen

and for a moment let the dark branches

silhouetted against the rising moon

silence my restless need for words.

To be here now with branches and moon

is enough.

JDG

Sweet and sour.

A bit of salt.

A lot of pepper.

She’s quite a dish,

says he.

JDG

Reason and reasons

are often at odds, whether

we’ll acknowledge it or not.

JDG

I wanted to write a poem

with big, Latin sounding words

and a meaning so obscure and deep

you’d have to go scuba diving to find it,

but Mary Oliver talked me out of it.

JDG

Even though it can be hard,

I want to keep digging until I find

the parts of  me I buried inside.

I know I’ll be richer for it.

JDG