I put-down my pen

and for a moment let the dark branches

silhouetted against the rising moon

silence my restless need for words.

To be here now with branches and moon

is enough.

JDG

Sweet and sour.

A bit of salt.

A lot of pepper.

She’s quite a dish,

says he.

JDG

Reason and reasons

are often at odds, whether

we’ll acknowledge it or not.

JDG

I wanted to write a poem

with big, Latin sounding words

and a meaning so obscure and deep

you’d have to go scuba diving to find it,

but Mary Oliver talked me out of it.

JDG

Even though it can be hard,

I want to keep digging until I find

the parts of  me I buried inside.

I know I’ll be richer for it.

JDG

Sometimes

what we don’t remember

is more important

than what we do –

important enough that

 our bodies quake

and give us a talking to.

JDG

In time that tall dead tree

will fall, but for now it stands,

leafless, branches outstretched,

a resting place for weary birds

and frightened squirrels,

purposeful even now.

JDG