Watching Murphy play

with her toy mouse

reminds me of how

I play with words

when I write a poem.

                                JDG

Will someone 

tell the clouds

enough already,

ask them to quit flooding us

with unwanted gifts?

                                JDG

The gift of today

often

goes unopened

because of

closed minds and hearts.

                                        JDG

Clouds move across the sky

causing the light to change.

I long to reside more

in the sky than in those clouds

that cause the light to shift.

                                                 JDG

We gaze upward,

scanning the sky,

wistfully looking

for answers to

 our deep questions.

                                      JDG

Suddenly it dawns on us.

 We might be  

the intervening

variable we’ve

been looking for.

                                     JDG

A tip 

on tipping points:

getting there

is seldom

fun.

                      JDG

Sunny days,

Rainy nights.

July weather

reflects our wild,

bipolar minds.

                        JDG

A long legged bird

came calling today,

one I’d never seen before.

Was it an emergency landing

or just a brief pit stop?

                                                  JDG

I sit and listen.

My grandkids hold forth

with facts garnered from TikTok.

I experience the simple joy

of connecting without comment.

                                                       JDG