On our morning walk
my focus was on matters
of great import like
what I should have said
and what I could have done.
All the while Toby ambled at my side,
sniffing the ground and air,
shuffling through the leaves,
eating grass, leaving his mark on trees.
When we returned home, he drank some water,
stretched, lay down to nap,
while I … oh, let’s not even go there.
JDG
One part of me says
hurry up, another part
says slow down. When I
protest I can’t do both, they
both just pull that much harder.
JDG
Turning blind eyes to
unpleasant truths results in
a loss of vision.
JDG
Lone mourning dove feasts
beneath foggy blanket – coos
with satisfaction.
JDG
I looked up
and, in the winter clouds,
I saw a face with smiling eyes –
a heartening encounter
so easily missed.
JDG
They have the gift
to look beneath
the surface and see
the beauty that lies
in others’ souls.
JDG
The spirit of truth
rattles the gates,
announces its presence,
refuses to be shut out.
JDG
