Knox pretended he needed
to answer nature’s call, but
the call, I soon discovered,
was the lure of squirrels and sticks.
JDG
Knox pretended he needed
to answer nature’s call, but
the call, I soon discovered,
was the lure of squirrels and sticks.
JDG
I wonder where those
soaring black birds are headed.
Though I’m not soaring,
I know I’m headed somewhere,
but where that is remains unknown.
JDG
It can seem like
I
live on an island,
though not
one surrounded
by water.
JDG
Lying alone in the shadowless dark,
I hear the whistle of a distant train.
Transported to another time,
I linger for a while before
the train and I slip away.
JDG
Knox does not waste his
time worrying if there will
be a shortage of
squirrels and sticks. Perhaps I can
learn from all he has to teach.
JDG
Seeking shelter from
the storm, I rush past smiling
dandelions. Once inside,
I’ll smile too, but for now
I just whisper thanks
for the reminder.
JDG
In
the old days
when I was young,
I climbed whatever tree
I could. Now, I peacefully
recline beneath any welcoming tree
I find.
Walking backwards through time,
I come upon my many mistakes.
I pause and extend my hand
to my error-ridden self.
We turn and walk forward together.
JDG
Hoping March doesn’t
discover her inner lion
and begin to roar. Her gentle
lamb side is much preferred.
JDG
Some days I feel
like a young bird trapped
in an old crow’s body.
JDG