For some of us it’s

a struggle not to struggle –

to learn to do what

we can, then let go, knowing

prying may be required.

                                                                           JDG

Empty of motion,

the morning stillness had an

uneasy solid

feel until that bird drew me

to the spaces in between.

                                                           JDG

“Wos up?” that license

plate asked on a day when I

was down, but when I

saw those trees blooming full and pink,

I simply answered, “Beauty”.

                                                                                            JDG

Weathered mountain rock,

unexpectedly green – once

hidden beneath grass

and trees but now bare – mutely

speaks of man’s own drive for green.

                                                                                            JDG

Just what the issue

was, I’ll probably never

know, but judging from

the feathered flutter, it was

not a lilting matter.

                                                                                JDG

I was as prepared

as I could be for the storm

that wasn’t. Is it

human nature to want at

 least some lightning for my pains?

                                                                                        JDG 

First one thing and then

another: morning warmed by

sun, evening chilled by

rain – such is the happy-sad

wonder of impermanence.

                                                                                              JDG

When I refrain from

causing myself and others

pain, it’s likely I’ve

not hopped some habitual

train, but stopped, looked, and listened.

                                                                                                 JDG

“Who cares?” she asked in

a show of indifference,

but beneath the snark,

“Who cares?” was the hard question

she didn’t know how to ask.

                                                                                             JDG