I breathe in her choice

of loud, discordant music

and breathe out judgement.

                                                               JDG

Early morning fog

slows my drive, shifts my focus

from the fog inside.

                                                            JDG

Yearning for a patch

of open sky, that tree bent

’til it met its need.

                                                         JDG

Even though sometimes

her eyes filled with tears and her

voice shook, her courage shone through.

                                                                         JDG

It doesn’t take much,

just a splash of sun, and our

spirits are restored.

                                                               JDG

Searching for reasons

to be unreasonable

these shadow-filled days.

                                                JDG.

If I didn’t judge

the path, myself, or fellow

walkers, things could ease.

                                                              JDG