Sunday, May 31, 2020

Inspired By The Message, John 1:1-2

I was with him, 
the helpmate he created with,
rejoicing before him 
each day all the time
Proverbs 8:30

In Readiness From Day One

Watching Mommy measure the dry
Slowly stirring in the wet
Making all things moist
Eager to take a turn of the spoon
Pouring the mix for heating
Puffing up with delight when she says
“My little helper, 
Taste what we made

Sunday, May 24, 2020

After Yesterday's Storm


Emerging from shelters
Dazed by sun following storm
Finding messages beaded
In every North-facing window screen
Around town
Braille-shaped rain droplets reading
“Condolences on your loss”

Saturday, April 18, 2020

The Tax Day That Wasn't

The Tax Day That Wasn’t

I spoke to my grandmother today
Through her nursing home window
Framed by frozen forsythia.
Modeling the white straw hat
Navy ribbon bowed, streaming in twins
Would have to wait.

My daughter's face had appeared haloed
Holding the hat secure to her head
Other hand holding her basket
Spilling over with booty
Scattered around our backyard.
Easy to fill up when you’re alone.

She wanted to go right then
Show Great-Granny bonnet, basket, bunny
Her Easter Best.
Wednesday we will after naptime I promised.

Then the snow fell.

Monday, April 6, 2020

Different Postures

Different Postures

Familiar whimper
Same sound made when the candidate I caucused for dropped out

Also uttered upon comparing the inanity
To what could have been
Whenever his opponent tweeted up

There are those who can manipulate a profit
Even when all the buyers have gone home

There are others who run themselves florid
Organizing goods to keep them in common

I look out the upstairs window
At the cardinals fighting over mating rights
To my backyard

Wishing I could tell both crews what I think of them
Face to face