I don’t know when I stopped asking –
thinking somehow,
somewhere, sometime
“why” would stop by
and whisper her secret knowing,
letting me see
the mystery
unwrapped, laid bare.
These days I simply sit and watch
as evening clouds
swirl gossamer
across the sky.
JDG
When all is said and done and well
enough is left
alone at last,
what then remains?
Somewhere between before and aft,
was and will be,
lies a silent
openness, free
from earnest efforting, a space
to slowly stretch,
to deeply breathe,
to take it in.
JDG
I watched as that tree, once gold, now
bare, danced from bud
to fulsome green.
Now at her feet
lie remnants of her changing self
as she stands gray,
a sentinel,
awaiting wind
to carry her into winter
and then on through
to spring again –
a circle dance.
JDG
Way out where I live, voting day
began in fog.
Still, the sun shone
through, casting light
enough, perhaps, to disipate
the fog of words
that closes hearts
and empties minds.
Maybe we can bring together
love and logic
as we select
with whom we’ll stand.
JDG
A quiet satisfaction spills
slowly into
Sunday’s unfilled
openness and rests.
The day evolves without a plan.
One simple step
shapes another –
an easy dance.
What’s left undone sometimes can bring
inadvertent
accomplishment,
an unsought grace.
JDG
The learned doctor wants to know
whether I am
oriented
to time and space.
But what dimension is he in?
Because down here
time flies, crawls, drags,
sometimes stands still.
“Don’t even ask me about space,”
I want to say,
but don’t for fear
of doing time.
JDG
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