Sometimes we look down

when things are looking up

because it didn’t happen fast enough.

JDG

Sometimes it’s a choice,

but for me it’s mostly not.

Surrender is not easy

when you’re used to holding on,

but puzzling as it is

 loss can be a gain.

JDG

Dreams shared, stories told

as friends gather 

to feed the soul.

JDG

I can’t stop the war without.

I’m just a small loop in a much larger chain. 

I’ll turn to the war within, 

to those endless battles of judgement and despair.

In reaching out to those inner foes,

I’ll take a step toward peace,

and from there, who knows what will unfold.

JDG

Just outside my door

Knox whines. Is he praying

I will listen and let him run outside?

Is he praying he will finally catch a squirrel?

Outside my door

a man runs. Is he running to

or from? What’s he running for? Is he praying

this will be enough to get him what he’s looking for?

And as for me?

I watch and write – a poem?

  a prayer?  or just a bit of light?

JDG

Alone

in an empty room,

a hand touches mine.

JDG

With the birdseed in place

the show begins, but

it soon takes a turn

when squirrels storm the stage.

What began as a homespun tale

becomes an action packed drama

until Knox rushes in and saves the play.

JDG

Try though it might, the wind couldn’t

shake sunlight from the trees

or uproot the grass though

it did have some fun with the trash.

JDG