Soon we’ll be dancing

with the angels, Cummings said.

What present will we

 leave behind?

                                                           JDG

( In memory of Elijah Cummings,

a statesman who walked the talk )

 A minor inconvenience 

for some of us,

but parched flowers,

shrubs and trees,

( and even those

we call weeds )

drink deeply today

from Nature’s

rain-filled cup.

                                               JDG

Clinging to nothing,

she moved effortlessly

through time and circumstance

until she was snagged

by a thorny thought.

                                                          JDG

Feeling down, I look up

and see a single bird

in the early morning light.

I feel the ground beneath my feet,

hear the crunch of gravel as I walk.

The taste of coffee lingers in my mouth,

a scent of pine lingers in the air.

The senses soothe my fretting heart.

I open to the world and me.

                                                               JDG

When the mind begins

a furious dance,

the breath can intervene

and with a deep

and measured  sigh,

 make space

for mind and body

to dance soulfully together.

                                                   JDG

Up and down,

round and round –

it’s time to get off

the misery-go-round,

leave this non-amusement park.

                                                          JDG