Lingerings

 Long neglected chores

finally done – what lingers

is satisfaction 

joined with perplexion – why on

earth did it take me so long?

                                                                                         JDG

Sidelined

When the body calls time out

 and we’re sidelined for a while, we have

a chance to review

the game we’ve been playing

and change either the game or our tactics.

                                                                                         JDG

Enough

Enough is never enough when the hole

we’re trying to

fill can’t be

filled with

stuff.

                                                                                              JDG

Volunteers At The Ready

Roadside volunteers –

bachelor buttons,

daisies,

black-eyed Susans,

 Queens Anne’s lace –

line the highway

ready  to assist.

Whether standing motionless

or swaying in the breeze,

their uncultivated beauty

brings a smile and some ease.

                                                                                       JDG

 

Just Curious

Is it the nature

of eye glasses and car keys

to pick the very 

worst moment to play hide and

seek and force us to join in?

                                                                                     JDG

Morning Request

Morning dew winks, asks

me to set aside other

doings and just look.

                                                                             JDG

Light Enough

After the sun sets,

there’s still light enough to see –

a softer and far

 gentler light that helps us

prepare for the coming night.

                                                                                JDG

Addition Problem

LuAnne Holder's avatarWind Rush

shadows

You ask me to solve for the answer
to the problem of xplus y.
What do you mean the answer?

There is no the answer.
It’s just an illusion of permanence.
By the time I measure y
the x has already changed.

It’s like trying to measure a shadow
cast against a sun lit field
on a day when cumulus puffs float
across a Caspian sky.

Don’t ask me to give you the answer.
when there are millions of answers
and no answer at all,
simultaneously, always.

Don’t ask me to cling to a now that is fleeting;
ask me to embrace the movement.

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