Knox and I look

at the same thing,

but we each see

something different.

I see something

to throw away.

He sees something

to grab and play.

JDG

Birds sound off with

caws and croaks,

chirps and tweets,

honks and hoots,

trills and twitters,

but unlike us,

they don’t sound off

with lies.

JDG

The blue blooms linger,

inviting the yellow blooms

to linger too, to join in

this late summer offering

before the days grow cold

and they too must depart.

JDG

The moon gently puts

the stars to bed

before she heads there too.

JDG

In a lush field of possibilities

a gateless fence of doubt

and fear pens us in.

The ground is bare and hardened

by our anxious pacing … until

one day we realize

the fence is self-constructed

and we begin the slow,

 hard work of disassembling.

JDG