Unfortunately

I’ve taught them all too well so

when I tore open

that double bag all wrong and

sent cheese shreds sailing

onto the floor, they did not

hesitate. “They just

don’t make those bags like they used

to, Gaba. It’s all their fault.”

                                                                                       JDG

There’s no notion here

that Gaba always knows what’s

best. My grandkids have

made that clear. Still, sometimes when

the stars align, they

will find a nugget or two

they can pay attention to.

                                                                    JDG

There are those who say

gold is everywhere, even

in the pits of dark 

despair, but for today I

think I’ll hop a cloud

and take a ride to rainbow’s

end. With so little

energy to spare, I will

ride and slide my way to gold.

                                                                     JDG

Skittering between 

the multitude of  those quite

convincing tales I

tell myself about how things

should and shouldn’t be,

I  can’t see why the higher

powers won’t listen to me.

                                                                             JDG

No use trying to

avoid this melancholy

river running just

below the surface. Best to

dive in and see where

it takes me, what it has for

me to see, to learn, to know.

                                                                          JDG

A giant spool turns

counterclockwise winding thread.

From a shade-less lamp

an odd-shaped bulb gives light.

A large bell clangs once.

What is one to make of such

images in last night’s dreams? 

                                                                                            JDG

I should know by now

there is no arguing once

that door within me

closes and reason has no 

sway. I can only

know for certain something I

can’t even name won’t

let me keep on doing things

in my old familiar way. 

                                                                                 JDG

Savor the moment

the poets say, and as I watched

those three sisters walk,

arm-in-arm up the gravel

road toward the mailbox

trailed by two large dogs and one

small cat, savor it I did.

                                                                                                   JDG