Of the many ways of moving
through this sun touched
day, I choose to
be carried by
the breeze – to skim, to soar, to glide,
to sail, to ride
currents I can’t
even see. Now
and then I’ll gently flap my wings,
but mostly, for
today, I’ll just
let go – and float.
JDG
Raven pecks his way along shore’s
lapping edge as
red-winged blackbirds
chase each other
through swaying grass. Over-seeing
gulls survey it
all, as do I.
Raven rises
up and squawks at me to let it
be. Why fiddle
with words when you
can just observe?
~~~~~~
Raven pecks his way
along shore’s lapping edge while
others sit and sing.
JDG
Even the seagulls seem in no
hurry as they
glide across the
sky. I’ll take my
cue from these wise birds and let the
sun and silence
carry me. Seldom
do we have the
chance to glide and swoop and dive in
such timelessness,
to spread our wings
and simply soar.
JDG
(with thanks to Martha Tyler for making this timeless time possible)
Cotton clouds lie low on the blue
horizon where
water joins sky.
A few soaring
gulls and a vast silence witness
this wedding of
blues, one rippled
and one smooth, ’til
some gulls call out a blessing or
complaint amidst
the joining of
such elements.
JDG
We’re ferried across on gently
rocking waters
accompanied
by faithfully
following gulls. Sunlight flashes
off waves and wings,
and for a while
there’s just waves and
wings and sunlit, cloudless sky as
our ferry hums
us toward home on
another shore.
JDG
Evening weaves a tapestry of
many varied
strands. Sound and sky,
shore and setting
sun, a lone gull in flight form a
gentle pattern,
bringing to close
a peace-filled day.
Something splashes in the shallows
as crickets sing
and sound and sky
still hold the light.
JDG
It’s one thing to float in that vast
expanse when the
sun still lights the
sky, but when the
sun slips beyond the horizon
it’s time to head
for shore. I watch
as a tiny
craft slowly makes its way toward land.
When dark descends
we want to be
on solid ground.
JDG
That blue jay on my window ledge
had something to
say to the two
of us inside.
Not confident we’d get it if
he only said
it once, he said
it many times.
He didn’t let us look away
until he’d said
it all, then off
he went, content.
JDG
After seventy years filled with
lots of fussing
when things did not
go as I thought
they should, I had a moment of
unexpected
grace at Kroger’s
when they had to
empty my bags and begin again.
I simply said
and truly meant,
“It’s not your fault.”
Those years of mindfulness paid off
and I did not
add to suffering-
mine or theirs.
JDG
Who am I now, I ask, thanks to
the soft guidance
of my mentor
and friend. Such a
question lets me pause and look. Who
is it that is
thinking angry
thoughts, whose heart grows
full hearing her granddaughters sing?
Who am I now
as I sit and
write these poems?
JDG
