The Accident

The girl cried and I hugged her.

She dropped her water bottle,

Smashed into the car in front of her,

Which smashed into me.

This traveled me to another place.

I could see clearly now

There are little spaces in life

Spider webby things resting

So fragile and tentative

On leafy edges

Totally dependent

On which way the wind blows.

The Day after Valentines Day

You arrive so quietly, so gently,
Soft snowflakes who float and swirl
Breathtaking in your dance
Opening curtains on my seasonal heart.

This performance has a bright opening
Clap for you and I receive cold kisses,
Squint at your white chaos and my eyes long
For contrast in branches and trees.
Dizzy with delight, I dance with you.

The side stage door twinkles
I sense a cast change coming.
Wands of wind blow in the next act.
Bent bushes once butterfly full
Bow to the weight of performance.

Crystal coverlets lie in mounds.
My new eyes in sharp focus
Catch sight of something center stage
In the quiet globe of winter,
The most brilliant red bird I have ever seen.

Free Will

there it was in my baby book
the irrefutable proof and truth
that I was cleaved in two
twinned at birth.

identical me babies
one in mother's arms
one in father's arms
left and right, right and left
and I already knew

the child in the photo
had halves parted by mystery
male female
yin yang
brave and fearful

it wouldn't be so easy
holding hands with myself
the mirror images of love
always longing to be joined.

Sacred Sunday

Sunday crows called me out
while I was cleaning, swiping, wiping.
Noisy birds cracked air and sky,
my playmates from the other side
cackled a morning warning
"This is not the time for so much doing."

My cat knows this.
Listening to rain is our job.

Could I?

Could I?

Look up at the sky

and breathe in blue

where I would lie?

Could I?

fade to pony grey,

give up the hair dye

(and no one ask why?)

Could I?

paint the day away,

hurl a rock at a star,

just to see how far?

Could I?

make do with less,

sit under a cottonwood

and call that success?

Rabbit: Ode to a georgia o'keefe tree

Rabbit: Ode to a georgia o'keefe tree: To know a tree best, lean your bones and skin against the sleek round firmness of burnished charcoal bark. Touch limbs that ...

Ode to a georgia o'keefe tree

To know a tree best,

lean your bones and skin

against the sleek round firmness

of burnished charcoal bark.

Touch limbs that reach sky.

Twined twins grow from center cleft

sprouting green sisters and cousins

leaflet babies birthed by wood. 

See the soft animals who

make their hidden home here,

crawling over nubs, chattering in leaves leaving

small bits of fur and feather.