Things have come to a strange pass when what brings

comfort is a

twittering

air vent,

but

I

remind

myself it’s

much like other

quite unlikely things from which sweetness springs.

                                                                                                                                                          JDG

I definitely met my match today

when I told my

granddaughter

her first

car

should

be an

armoured one.

She laughed and said,

“Spoken by someone with an armoured view.”

                                                                                                              JDG

Uncertainty is at the wheel of life,

a fact we like

to ignore

as we

search

for

many

different

vehicles to

put us securely in the driver’s seat.

                                                                                                                             JDG

Just to show her gratitude, our cat brought

a mouse for our

Thanksgiving

feast and

seemed

put

out by 

our failure

to show proper

appreciation for her offering.

                                                                                           JDG

“We think in generalities, but we

live in detail,”

Lord Whitehead

said and

he

spoke true.

Just today

I thought of world

peace and nagged the kids to let the dog out.

                                                                                                                                    JDG

I was tired but instead of a nap

I decided 

to catch a

poem

right

there,

right then..

At first not

a nibble – til

I hauled in this strange and struggling catch.

                                                                                    JDG

Little did I know back then how little

I really knew.

I guess I’m

growing

more

wise

day by

day, week by

week, year by year

as the little I know becomes more clear.

                                                                                                 JDG

In the early morning mist that tree stood

aflame with light,

calling us

to rhyme

and 

shine.

Even

if the path’s

unclear and our

rhythm almost gone, poetry remains.

                                                                                      JDG

Contradiction and paradox abound,

asking only 

that we show

up and

say

yes

to all

we know and

all we don’t, to

what Zorba calls life’s full catastrophe.

                                                                                             JDG