Kids busy chasing
Pokemon pass blindly by
soaring gulls, wind-tossed
waves, shimmering sunrises,
leaping porpoises, and me.
JDG
Kids busy chasing
Pokemon pass blindly by
soaring gulls, wind-tossed
waves, shimmering sunrises,
leaping porpoises, and me.
JDG
Our pile of uncast stones grows larger
as we realize
we are not
without
sin.
We
can take
those very
stones and shape a
shelter for those we haven’t welcomed in.
JDG
After a busy summer
the girls finally caught their breath
and went down to the pond to fish.
There, they swear, was George
who they’ve caught every year.
This time he flashed a shiny fin
and swam off with a great big grin.
“He must have learned
not to take the bait,” the younger sister said.
The older nodded sagely, her face aglow,
“Unlike some presidential candidates we know.”
JDG
Was he chasing or
being chased, that small red fox
lying on the road,
unmoving as cars sped by
while the sun crept slowly west?
JDG
Equanimity
has little entertainment value
and thus is not featured
on self-described
fair and balanced news.
JDG
“Wait and see,” they say,
but I don’t even know what
to be looking for.
JDG
Were they singing hymns
to the day or complaining
about the weather,
those birds this morning? Though not
united, their voice was strong.
JDG
The sun, holding nothing back, casts its light
on all below
and we give
thanks, but
when
glare
blinds and
heat grows strong
we are grateful
for soft clouds and their gentle tempering.
JDG
Before I could seize
the day, the day seized me. Did
it not hear me say
I was master of my fate
and the captain of my soul?
JDG