Sunday, July 31, 2016

things my father told me





why do this
I wonder myself

because

painful even
to hang
like clothes
on a line

this vulnerable
collaging of
words
telling a life

and sometimes
gasping for air
chagrin
calling my name

but not listening

because

things my father told me

and one was

how very beautiful

a clothesline

indeed
a work of art

never one for convention
for he saw
what others did not

a stunning display
of imperfection
flying free
dancing in the wind

clothes hanging on a line

like a string of kites
or a mariner's flags

every sort of color
pattern and texture

unpredictable
mismatched
and imperfect

and in embracing
imperfection

finding beauty

this permission
to be ourselves
and know
it is enough

and in others too

the days of our lives 
pieced together
and hung
like clothes on a line

exquisite

in the everyday ordinary





Wednesday, July 27, 2016

from the garden




too soon

gardens lush

changing guard
like clockwork

ready or not

and we

left wondering

how it changes
these seasons

this time
we hold
in our hand
one moment

and then

it is gone

like a thief
in the night

awakening
sometimes suddenly
and sometimes even
years later

to regret

and wondering

why

the neglect
and the ridiculous
oversight
of not

taking time to savor
the beauty
of summertime slow
and drinking deep

because

it is so good
each moment
and each day
given attention to

and the season
even now

stretching

into another

and time falling away

but right now
this moment

waiting

under a summer sky








Friday, June 17, 2016

the crosshairs of despair

 



bowing our heads
in grief

tragedy
shocking to the core
knowing

it could be us

unthinkable horror
lives shattered

unfolding in story
before our eyes

and so many

ordinary people
just like us

now

facing a different
tomorrow

a beautiful girl
singing
young friends
celebrating
a family of four
vacationing

dreams distorted
and a nation reeling
all because
unseen evil lurking
beneath the surface

and so how

to find that silver lining

when the headlines blare
like an angry bullhorn

and too often
we also
in the crosshairs
though unwittingly

this time
of despair

fear squeezing
and rocking our world
with the

what ifs

and we are shaken to the core

because

no law
can prevent
evil

and no person
can live
without the threat
of loss
in this life

but in the aftermath
of so much grief
and sorrow and pain
new stories

heroes

the rare gift
of suddenly
being somewhere
where you are needed
and
showing up

indefatigable
and
relentless

creating a new narrative
stories that warm the heart
being told over and over
through tears and heartache

because

love

always the silver lining
in this life
often difficult
often tragic

through
ordinary people

just like us