Knox almost felt he
could touch the moon so drunk
was he on its light.
Head tilted toward the sky, he
howled, begging it to come close.
JDG
Wakeful Wish
If only my mind
were as still as the morning
after a long, rainy night.
JDG
A Space Too Small
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
That Tree And We
Every year we shape
that tree to our liking
and every year we enjoy
a brief success…then,
that stubborn tree
reclaims the shape
it wants to be.
JDG
No Need For Alarm Clocks
From the birds’ early
morning broadcast system we
get a wakeup call.
JDG
Invitation From A Swallowtail Butterfly
Come,
join me in a joyful flight.
put your chores and woes away,
for the moment soar and play.
Leave your troubles on the ground,
sip the nectar all around,
listen to the flowers sing.
Who knows what the morrow brings?
JDG
Fall Tryouts
It’s
not
a
race
to
fall,
but
some
leaves.
have
already
begun.
JDG
Granny Goes
Every now and then
a song reaches out and grabs us,
takes us to another time,
another place, and once again
we’re in a friend’s basement
rockin’ to “Let’s Go To The Hop”.
JDG
A Moving Journey
The dull roar of cars –
going somewhere,
going fast.
What if what we’re looking for
can be found within?
JDG
Knox Ponders My Inscrutable Ways
Knox keeps looking at me
trying to understand
why I never chase squirrels,
race around with a stick in my mouth
or enjoy rolling in wet grass.
JDG
