It takes resolve and a willing heart

to filter harsh words, 

to hear the robin’s song

when the sky is filled with crows.

It’s especially hard when the day’s been marred

and we long for a bit of rest,

 but sometimes it’s then,

 when we’re weary and the heart begins to close

that we’re greeted by a child’s laugh,

 the gurgling of a brook,

or a happy song on the radio of a

nearby waiting car.

It takes resolve and a willing heart

and the capacity to push restart.

JDG

I sit with folded hands

and watch as snakelike, my thoughts

coil, uncoil, and recoil until

at last they finally slither away.

JDG

Head cradled in hands,

eyes gazing out and up,

she sits, solitary, but not alone.

JDG

Searching with closed eyes.

Looking deep inside.

Mysteries there reside.

JDG

Drivers honk as they pass

young kids dancing and waving,

putting on a show just for them

at a busy workday’s end.

JDG

In the late evening

an owl inquired, “Who?”

.Knox looked up and stared

at a nearby tree as if to say,

“ Squirrels, that’s who.”

JDG

My controlling friend

read a book on letting go

and has scheduled times

and arranged for places to

lie back and go with the flow.

JDG

After Knox’s mushroom trip,

outdoors he is on a leash.

I’ve tried to tell him

there’s more to life

than mushrooms

and chasing squirrels,

but he’s not buying it.

JDG

Days spent working together

until. thru trial and error,

we found a solution

that worked for everyone. 

Congress. please take note.

If the will is there,

it can be done.

JDG