What we try to teach
and what they finally learn
often don’t equate.
JDG
What we try to teach
and what they finally learn
often don’t equate.
JDG
Things are tidy now.
The median has been cleared
of perennial
volunteers. Still, I’m glad they
had a week to meet and greet.
JDG
That mail box stands
wide open.
Is it agape
at what it received
or is it just hungry
for something more?
JDG
He took one look at
my shopping cart and seeing
the heavy bag of
birdseed precariously
placed, that unknown man
bent down and repositioned
it, nodded, and walked
away – a small kindness that
set right an off balance day.
JDG
Not sunny, but not
rainy either – one of those
non definitive,
Spring days -great for learning how
to go with whatever is.
JDG
So many hours pass
and the talk I mostly hear
comes from my own head.
JDG
That jay didn’t need super delegates,
pay-to-play backers,
or even Debbie Wasserman Schultz
to proclaim one-jay rule
in this backyard jayocracy.
JDG
The many storied
lives we lead can result in
strange works of fiction.
Lured by this lore, we might miss
the truth stored in the basement.
JDG
I can’t choreograph the birds,
who comes and when,
how long they stay.
All I can do is
lay down the seed,
chase away the cat,
and watch and wait.
Still, I find myself wishing
the tufted titmouse might linger,
the cardinal would move just a little to the right,
those jays wouldn’t put up such a fight.
Someday, I hope to simply sit
and watch both myself and them
with uncorrective curiosity.
JDG
That elusive pause – the time to stop, to
take a few breaths,
to assess
if the
path
I’m
about
to take is
the one I should
tread. Will it take me where I want to go
and will I be
the kind of
person
I
want
to be
as I walk
the path ahead,
be it an easy one or one that’s rough?
JDG