Grinning broadly, she told her therapist,
“I have given the matter much thought
and decided it would be better for me
if I participated less in life and watched more t.v.”
The therapist nodded her therapist head, paused
and said with an answering grin, “hmm.”
JDG
Just like the weather,
moods come and go. Yesterday
the clouds began to
gather; today it’s likely
to rain; tomorrow
sunny days may come again.
Though nothing’s certain,
it helps to know it takes both
sun and rain to make things grow.
JDG
Into the quiet
morning we pour our noisy
ways, hoping for a
gradual distillation
from too much to just enough.
JDG
Summer breeze catches
sun-lit strands – a spider’s walk
stretched between two trees.
Beauty, form, and function blend –
Nature’s soaring Golden Gate.
JDG
“Gaba,” she said, ” You’re just a young soul in
an old body.”
Oh to be
sixteen
once
more,
able
to discern
and diagnose
the soul condition of those older folk.
JDG
No one walks in another’s shoes
and even if we could,
it would be us, not them,
who put one foot and then another
on the path that lies ahead.
When a path takes a sharp turn
or comes to a sudden end,
not one of us knows what we’d do
even wearing our own shoes.
JDG
Did that firefly
get his days and nights mixed up
or is it only
me who’s confused, who doesn’t
understand his daytime ways?
JDG
Morning haze softens
sharp edges, blurs distinctions,
slows our hurried pace,
gives us time to remember
one who lit the world
with laughter and compassion
while walking through the dark.
JDG
( in celebration of the life and legacy of Robin Williams )
Who says aging is
no picnic? It seems like we’re
always picking one
thing or another, be it
doctors, eye glasses,
lawyers or hearing aids to
help us with the nicks
aging brings. Still, they are right –
we don’t get to pick the nicks.
JDG
Cresting waves laugh uproariously as
they near the shore.
It seems they
can’t
hold
it
in.
The jokes
those seagulls
whispered when they
hovered close must have made sea’s belly shake.
JDG
