Fall Perfection

Drove northwest into

the waiting arms of Autumn’s gold –

not a leaf too soon.

                                                                           JDG

Naught For All

Zero, that moment

of empty fullness, of full

emptiness, gathers

lightness and weight, anchors us

to the ever-present now.

                                                                                 JDG

The Uninvited

Uninvited, at least by me, deer came

and disturbed my

tidy world.

I pause

and

breathe

and, yes

remember,

they did not ask

 me to come and disturb their wild world.

                                                                                                      JDG

 

Higher – Day 67

My mood lifted when

I saw I could raise my left foot

higher than before.

Who knows what will become of

me now that I’m kicking up my heels?

                                                                                            JDG

To Know

To know if we’ve held

a feeling, a thought, a memory

long enough

we have to ask a deeper question –

who or what does the holding serve?

                                                                                                JDG

To Be Continued

Indeed, Rosemerry, indeed.

Rosemerry's avatarA Hundred Falling Veils

 

In a time of national crisis, what our country really needs is a good poem.

—Herbert Hoover

This is the time when we must say to the stranger,

the other, sit here. Notice how difficult it can be

to even come to the same table, how hard

to look the other in the eye. Something in us screams,

“Right, I am right.” And it is hard to hear the voice

beneath that scream, a whisper of a gospel that says

nothing at all.

This is the time when we must say to ourselves,

I am also the stranger, when we must look

in the mirror and not know who it is we see—

someone capable of being more courageous,

more compassionate, more devoted, more

astonishingly vulnerable and connected

than we ever knew ourselves to be. Who

is that stranger in the mirror, we must ask,

and vow to never…

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Even Now?

What remains if I give myself

to the ever-changing now?

Will I leave behind a scattering

of treasured moments or

 can I hold them tenderly 

even now?

                                                                        JDG