It feels like magic

when you find

the just right thing

you didn’t even know

you were looking for.

JDG

Walking with Knox

makes me aware

there’s much to explore

 and some that

it’s best to ignore.

JDG

What dreams await

our sleepy heads,

I do not know,

but I pray they’re comforting,

 inspiring and sweet.

JDG

With Covid we’re masked

even in therapy  

where we hoped

to feel safe enough

to name and remove them.

JDG

Little sprig of green

on a bare limb –

sometimes it’s like 

that for us after

we’ve been stripped bare.

JDG

My small story

is only part 

of a much larger one.

When I’m open to both,

compassion can enter.

JDG

That blue-tailed skink

has put on quite a performance,

bringing an iridescent glow

to our otherwise dull porch

and giving Knox and the cats a thrill.

JDG

Now more than ever before,

I’m a thinker in search of a thought,

a poet in search of a poem,

and oddly content

even when nothing is found.

JDG

As the days grew hotter,

their patience grew thinner,

and their tempers grew shorter,

but she paused longer

and better held her tongue.

JDG

Though separated

by a thin window pane,

we dine together,

those birds, squirrels, and I.

To them I raise my glass.

JDG