Somehow, between the first time and
the last time, I
make my way. The
hour hand slowly
shifts, the calendar pages turn.
Will I find time,
make time, mark time,
do time, lose time
before my time runs out? Today
time embraced me
whispering, “There
is time enough.”
JDG
What comes back now, opening doors
I thought I’d closed,
are ghosts of things
long past. People,
pets, memories tiptoe in, sit
down next to me,
and gaze into
my eyes. I look
and what I see of them and me
has been softened
by tears and time.
I take my rest.
JDG
When the sun begins to sink, things
really start to
warm up by the
pond. Every night
they gather for a lengthy fest.
Fireflies start
to wildly
flick their lighters
as funky frogs and other critters
shriek. They keep on
boogeying til
morning makes light.
JDG
Right now I’m satiated. I
can’t take in one
more morsel of
data, one more
tiny bit of information,
one more must-have
piece of news. I
need to digest
what I’ve already consumed, so
I’m limiting
my intake of
word-filled fare.
JDG
The road was narrow and the truck
ahead traveled
very slow. I
was forced to slow
down too and saw soft clouds and sun
light sparkling on
morning dew. If
it hadn’t been
for that truck, my view would have been
as narrow as
the road we were
traveling on.
JDG
When the sun breaks free from chasing
clouds and finds its
way to open
sky, a smile
plays across the face of land and
trees before it
fades away. Those
bright moments come
and go, adding a certain zest
to the fatigue
of sun or shade
in strong excess.
JDG
A moving reminder passed me
today with a
license plate that
read “Them 2″. Does
any more need to be said? By
making room for
each of us, no
matter how much
we differ, our hearts and minds can
grow big enough
that wisdom can
come and enter.
JDG
In the gaps among the trees, blue
sky shines through. No
sun or moon is
visible, yet
the blue persists, intensifies,
as trees darken
amidst evening
sounds of shrill -voiced
frogs. The dark creeps upward rather
than descends and
slowly swallows
what was once blue.
JDG
I helped myself to self-help books,
and most have gone
unread. Even
the lure of lasting
change in three easy steps or less
lost its appeal
before step two
when I realized
there was stuff I actually had
to do. I learned
I much prefer
fantasy instead.
JDG
Just as day begins its slow slide
into night, rain
comes pouring down.
Grateful to be
inside, my dogs and I curl up,
I with a book,
they upon their
beds, and so we
stay, content, each in our own way –
they lost in dog
dreams and I in
a world of words.
JDG
