Round and round my thoughts

ground, using each resulting

grain to make a dough with

resentment as its yeast. For

six months I baked this

bread I never could digest,

and all the while,

laid out before me, was a

banquet I refused to see.

                                                                                 JDG

Some mornings the light

slides in slow, giving us time

to gather ourselves

and match its pace. Those ducks though

were not interested

in moving slow. They only

paused for a short break

before they resumed, with great

ado, their well-aligned flight.

                                                                               JDG

The twinkle was not

only in my eye. The ground,

the road, the water’s

edge sparkled too as if to say,

“Our vote’s with you on

this cold January day.

We’ll choose winter wonder too.”

                                                                           JDG

There they stood, those three

grandgirls, clapping wildly.

No fire had flamed

when I first saw that liquid

detergent all over

the floor. I just grimaced, breathed,

and said in a non-

reactive way, “Oh well. Glitch

happens nearly every day.”

                                                                                   JDG

The long-awaited

visit had come at last and

we let nothing, not

the ten-hour delay nor

the stormy weather,

not the ill-chosen words nor

the rain-slick midnight drive

prevent us from savoring

the banquet of family.

                                                                        JDG

When Source speaks, as it

 did today when I reached out,

it brings a different

  point of view, one that’s both

compassionate and

true.  “Glitch happens. There’s margin

for error and many

forms of light.” Every word brings

balm to our suffering hearts.

                                                                             JDG

Somewhere between fight

and flight lies another path,

one lit with reason

and with heart. To travel here

I must pack light, take

only what’s essential, leave

behind the rest. Years

of packing and unpacking

help me move forward inch by inch.

                                                                                JDG

These temperatures near

zero turn my thoughts to Frost

(no pun intended)

who said the world could end in

fire or in ice,

but from having tasted of

desire, he “holds

with those who favor fire.”

Still, he said he knew

“enough of hate to say that

for destruction ice

is also great and would suffice.”

Let’s give the dice another shake.

                                                                                  JDG

He’s got it down, this

dog of mine. He follows each

morsel I take with

woeful look, heart-rending sigh.

Placing his weary

head upon my knee, he pleads

his case wordlessly:

“Don’t forget the Golden Rule

isn’t just for Sunday School.”

                                                                                 JDG

At the heart of my

unrest fear lies coiled, its

forked tongue flickering.

Knowing food will not help it

shift its shape, I must

move ahead and watch and wait,

aware of both breath and snake.

                                                                                                JDG