At age seven I was
Galloping Girl, rider
of horses in moonlight.
Oh, they tried to reign me in
and for a while
I’d go by other names
like Good Girl, or
Helpful Sister.
I even gave Lofty Intellectual
and Military Wife a shot,
but before long something
in me would break loose
and before I knew it
I’d be out riding horses in moonlight again.
When the time comes
for that final ride, I hope
I’ll gallop joyfully into that good night.
JDG
Caught in a web of
complaints, waiting for spider’s
bite, I suddenly
see – the web is of my own
making and the spider’s me.
JDG
A stillness set in
after the rain – a quiet
time to soak things in.
JDG
Today I give thanks
to you who let those bachelor
buttons stand. You knew,
in our quest for order, we
can still honor wildness.
JDG
Shrouded in the mist,
three Canada geese take flight –
morning sojourners.
JDG
We’re eager to hear
our little ones’ first word,
not realizing then
that the day will come when they’ll
insist on having the last.
JDG
Tired of riding
inner merry-go-rounds which
have a whole lot of
movement but take me nowhere.
And what about that
familiar inner seesaw,
not to mention the
collective roller coaster?
What is it going
to take for me to finally
leave this unamusement park?
JDG
How many roads
must a man walk down before
he calls for a cab?
JDG
Flash flood of words –
love and compassion caught in
fierce rip current.
JDG
Green corridors – May’s
rain soaked gift to drivers of
narrow, country roads.
JDG
