Today may I take

a moment or two to note

what is actually

there both without and within

and set judgement aside.

JDG

I sit with a group

of women in the presence

of poetry when

suddenly I realize we

ourselves have become a poem.

JDG

Knox gets me walking

several times a day. Always

I am glad he did,

but without insistent tugs

I’d have stayed home warm and snug.

JDG

The grit of life is

the grain of poetry…or

at least that’s what I

tell myself when the car won’t

start and I can’t find my phone.

JDG

A voice cried out but

no one heard, lost as they were

in their own concerns

Over time the voice grew still

and they wondered what went wrong.

JDG

.

A congress of birds

met on the porch concerning

the distribution

of seeds, but stayed divided

even when the squirrels appeared.

JDG

A sliver of me

shivered as I imagined 

our cold morning walk,

but I was soon warmed by

picturing Knox and his sticks.

 JDG

Much ado about

nothing? You’ll have to direct

your questions to Knox

who’s been running around in

search of both sticks and answers.

JDG