Showing posts from May, 2020

22 May

I would write, But the dog Who is not a lap dog Is in my lap anyway Watching me so intently That he does not hear the squirrel Pilfering from the feeder Or the chipmunks, also, Squeaking for a place at the table. This plaintive-faced dog Plants four warm paws where he can And settles into my body, His heart pulsing against my thigh As birds awaken into song Titmouse, sparrow, robin, jay. We wait for the large bird We cannot see well enough to name Rise with a single dark note To shade the sky with his wingspan As he flies into the sun. This symphony is prelude. The dog will not let me miss it, And I won't write about it.

Morning Meditation (for Mom)

Stepping onto soft, early-morning earth, My sure right foot descends from the boardwalk Spanning a spring stream to land just where it Landed yesterday. Same goes with each move Around new life rising to the sun Morning after morning: I mark this ground In the same way, in the same safe places. Here, though, a deer has crossed the same soft path; Each cloven hoof marks a clear signature Claiming the story of quiet woodlands. We change the landscape by moving through it: Walking, touching, breathing, seeing, knowing. Say: The earth is mine, and I am the earth’s. Moving from step to step, we find the next step. Missing you on Mother's Day, Mom.