We stop beside the flamingos,
their necks more question marks
than exclamation points—
I revel in their improbable beauty,
how their very being
brightens the bleak midwinter,
wonder if I might
not find a little
pink in me.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, flamingo, poem, poetry on January 21, 2018| 2 Comments »
We stop beside the flamingos,
their necks more question marks
than exclamation points—
I revel in their improbable beauty,
how their very being
brightens the bleak midwinter,
wonder if I might
not find a little
pink in me.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged driving, perspective, poem, poetry on January 20, 2018| Leave a Comment »
first stepping into the galaxy
to see that tiny blue dot—
now ready to watch the news
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bird, poem, poetry, wings on January 20, 2018| 6 Comments »
sound of wings—
on my shoulder, that bird
I let go years ago
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, fencing, poem, poetry, touch on January 17, 2018| 8 Comments »
In fencing, they call it la belle,
“the beautiful one” the tie-breaking point
in a bout—that moment when
one person touches another
and the balance is tipped.
How long ago the balance tipped
in your favor. How long ago
I knew that all I really want
is to lower my sword,
give the invitation
for you to touch me again,
beautifully, tip to target, then
start the bout again.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fear, hope, poem, poetry, prayer, support on January 17, 2018| 13 Comments »
Because I don’t know how to pray,
I do what I know to do,
which is to sit very quietly
and let myself feel. To hold you
without holding you.
To imagine your fear
and breathe into it.
To feel my own fear
and walk the edges of its cliffs.
To lean on hope with its flimsy
net and feel how little it takes
to catch us, to save us.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged death, gratitude, poem, poetry on January 16, 2018| 11 Comments »
and when I die
let me bleed words
and let all of them
be thank you
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged bowing, honoring, poem, poetry, tulip on January 14, 2018| 4 Comments »
lavishly splendid,
the purple tulips in their vase—
there is nothing they don’t bow to
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, shine, sun on January 13, 2018| 8 Comments »
Before the sun
has reached
the meadow
on the tip
of a tall blade
of dry grass,
a single
brilliant
sparkle—
see how
it offers
radiance
to anyone
who
will look,
though
that is not
why it
shines.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Finland, memory, poem, poetry, rye on January 13, 2018| Leave a Comment »
eating dark rye bread
the taste of joy
thirty years ago
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged god, opening, poem, poetry on January 12, 2018| 6 Comments »
But I took the door
off the hinges,
I said, knowing
I had more opening
to do. Yes,
said God, before
tearing down
the whole house.