After dogs and cats
are fed, but before the kids
begin to stir, We
sit, my soul and I, and for
a time, converse. Though
time is short and there’s much to
say, it’s the silence we seek.
JDG
After dogs and cats
are fed, but before the kids
begin to stir, We
sit, my soul and I, and for
a time, converse. Though
time is short and there’s much to
say, it’s the silence we seek.
JDG
Sitting discretely
across the room in Five Guys
while my granddaughter,
now fourteen, celebrates her
birthday with a beau
of the same age, I reflect
on their obvious
enjoyment of each other
and their total lack
of self-consciousness though she
is five eleven
and he no more than five five.
Their relationship
has endured over time and
her change of schools. It
could serve as a model for
more “adult” relationships.
JDG
When we’re up against
it, taking the long view is
not the first thing that
springs to mind. Just getting through,
around or by is
the filter through which we see,
the portal through which we flee.
JDG
And so it goes, this
endless round of lost and found.
Umbrellas, glasses,
gloves galore, coats, lunch boxes
and even more. Tell
me, please, that there’s a glue
to stick together
kids and stuff before my mind
is lost or my face turns blue.
JDG
Just missing our car,
three wild turkeys flew in
front of us making
the kids ask a question they
couldn’t resist – “Why
did the turkeys cross the road?”
A slew of answers
came pouring forth, forcing me
to groan and mutter,
“to get the young turkeys in
the car to spew and sputter.”
JDG
The color has drained
from the trees, leaving only
green and brown. Branches,
grey and bare, reach upward to
the sky. The land waits
now and we wait too , if not
for color, at least for snow.
JDG
Sitting here before
the sun wakes up and the moon
goes to bed, I too
am in an in between place
after stop, before
go. Until I get more clear,
I guess it’s best to move slow.
JDG
Feed the hungry? Clothe
the poor? What do you take us
corporations for?
People with large hearts of gold?
How will that help our
bottom line, our investors.
and ourselves get the
heaven we’ve been striving for?
That’s what the Supreme Court’s for.
JDG
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If Jesus ran for
office who would his backers
and opposition be?
JDG
In the winter rain
cedar, juniper, and pine
shine amidst trees grown brown or
bare – tall sentinels
of green against a bleak and
barren sky. Perhaps
snow will come, perhaps it won’t
but we know these trees
will hold their green no matter
what the day or season brings.
JDG
At a loss for words,
I ask my granddaughters for
some help. “What should I
write about?” I ask and they
reply, “How about
how wonderful we are or
how the moon reflects
upon the pond or the snow
that’s on the way?” I
consider each suggestion
carefully and then
settle on this unspoken
one for which I find the words.
JDG