The fog of morning’s not only
in my brain. It
casts its silken
net over rocks
and roads, wraps itself around trees,
and catches cars
and cows in its
fine mesh. Sometimes,
for a moment, the sun slices
through, but so far
nothing’s outside
its ghostly reach.
JDG
Kids
and dogs
bring chaos,
interrupting
carefully planned schedules and neat routines,
pushing things aside to make room for joy.
Still, sometimes I”d
like a wee
stretch of
peace.
JDG
A strange dream of being pregnant
at seventy,
the second child
due only twelve
months after the first. At a time
when endings have
been my waking
focus, why this
defiant shift of emphasis?
Am I being
told there’s life in
the old girl yet?
JDG
The measure of our lives can’t be
found through simple
addition, the whole
always being
greater than the sum of its parts.
Why focus on
one part or the
other, or on
the sum they make – as if the soul’s
worth could ever
be measured through
arithmetic.
JDG
Holding possibilities of
both rain and shine,
the heavens were
of two minds. First
one and then the other almost
claimed the day as
down below we
creatures crept, caught
between both gray and bright, hoping
for a patch of
clarity
as night draws near.
JDG
Taking my old friend by the hand,
I lead her to
a refuge by
the pond and we
( melancholy and I ) sit with
all that life has
brought my way and
all that I have
brought to life. When melancholy
departs, she leaves
behind a gift
of poignant grace.
JDG
On the last day of August at
the close of day,
that small rabbit
has returned, but
this time to an empty sweep of
green. No ravens
strut and swagger,
demanding she
retreat. No cats stalk, nor dogs come
near. Head held high,
ears erect, she
surveys her land.
JDG
How many times must I look back
and think, “What was
I thinking?” You’d
think by now I
would have learned the power of fore-
thinking, but it’s
in afterthought
that I excel.
When what’s been said can’t be unsaid
and what’s been done
can’t be undone,
then, I start thinking.
JDG
After the rain the ravens came
and commandeered
the yard as one
small rabbit looked
out from beneath a juniper.
Butterflies vied
with bumblebees
and hummingbirds
for a place among the flowers
while our old cat
lay nodding in
the noonday sun.
JDG
Two golden creatures,
large and small, male and female,
dog and cat, sleep side by side.
~
These opposites have
found a way to move beyond
differences. What about us?
JDG
