On occasion I am
granted
glimpses through my
clever fog
Teenage sons, all limbs and
watchful
Golden woman, just so
in her skin
I shan’t strain to see
bluer skies
The gods are here
Right now
On occasion I am
granted
glimpses through my
clever fog
Teenage sons, all limbs and
watchful
Golden woman, just so
in her skin
I shan’t strain to see
bluer skies
The gods are here
Right now
The Teacher says
You’ll know when to step up
read the signs.
Doesn’t he know I need to keep hidden?
It’s a habit, invisibility,
a useful one
Except when the call comes
The Teacher says,
Walk through the fear.
I don’t have that skill.
But what if it’s what I’m born to do?
The next thing that
leads to the next, and so on.
Then he says,
Failure is inevitable
Are you beginning to get the picture?
One’s fate isn’t like building a deck
or buying a car.
Specific advice just won’t do.
Lau Tzu, the Tao te Ching guy,
He had the knack.
It is what it is, he might say today.
But it probably isn’t.
September
Scritch of crickets
outside my window
When did that all start?
I’ve been busy
scratching mosquito
bites into wounds,
picking the scabs
Look at the ceiling,
water stained from the
upstairs bath!
How to soothe this
itchy masochism?
The salve is beyond my
skull-walled house, in the
cricket static of a
September dawn.
I must go out there!
This weekend’s killings
7 dead, 22 wounded
Thoughts and prayers
Hurricane Dorian menaces
Southeastern US
Officials urge caution
My Black Cat
wants to climb on my lap
but I want him beside me
he has a strong odor
not clean and tidy
like most cats I’ve had
Some days I let him up
to scratch his face
His head smells like
the head of an animal
Found as a kitten
motherless
in an alley
he was never taught
the grooming trick
to lick his paw
wipe his head