When mind and heart take

off on an anxious journey,

writing guides me home.

                                            JDG

Can’t meet in Rumi’s 

field when a wall of harsh words

restricts our access.

                                                      JDG

If we were able

to transform the noise into

music, we could dance.

                                           JDG

The sun made a brief

appearance before it bade

us a warm farewell.

                                            JDG

After a word filled

day, I sigh and breathe the

sweet air of silence.

                                          JDG

Ah…corn does thrive in

fields and conversations this

quarantined July.

                                                  JDG

Hay’s not being made

while the sun shines, but here in

Virginia, we’re fried.

                                                        JDG

If you’re trying to

thread a needle, a narrow

point of view is best.

                                             JDG

What monuments have

you created in your life

that need to come tumbling down?

                                                        JDG