Let me remember this night
dancing in the deep woods—
the patio our stage
the stars like sequins
the full moon a spotlight
and every song a love song
when sung with love
and my god, did we sing,
after all that talk of heartache,
yes, until our voices were near gone,
did we sing.
Posts Tagged ‘camping’
At the Aladdin’s Lamp Cabin on Molas Pass
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, joy, singing on July 3, 2023| 4 Comments »
Bouquet of Haikulings from Camping in Utah and Visiting the Florida Keys
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, Florida, haikuling on April 19, 2021| 2 Comments »
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I was once
a mountain
—the sand
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red hands on the cave wall—
asking my own palms
what mark will you make?
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lying on the earth
shivering beneath the stars—
all night knowing where I am
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stomping bull of doubt—
a blue butterfly
lands on its nose
*
distant coyote—
the heart doesn’t howl
alone tonight
*
delighted by pot shards—
could I find my own brokenness
so precious?
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the seaweed, the pink hibiscus
inviting the self
to fall in love with both
*
when all the hearts wants
is a hole in one—
bogey after bogey
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slipping into the ocean of love—
how did I ever believe
it was a puddle
*
after the conversation
there is only
after the conversation
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holding my father’s hand—
a low sun lighting
the whole ocean
*
rumors of big sharks
swim circles around
my mother and I in the channel
*
all this talk of sharing
our most vulnerable parts—
sunburn on my belly
*
on the airplane home—
hearing in the whir of ventilation
the waves of the ocean
Bouquet from the Utah Border
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ars poetica, camping, haiku on May 25, 2020| 2 Comments »
making up songs
as I set up the tent—
or a song making up me?
*
beside the lake
rowing the memory
of a blue boat
*
bald eagle dives into the lake
then rises quickly
in its beak, a heavy poem
*
sitting with a blade of grass
until it reads me a story—
once upon this morning
*
laughter in darkness—
this, too,
a kind of campfire
*
hiking through ponderosa
a subplot wonders
if it could become the main story
*
cold, clear night—
spiking my tea
with Cassiopeia
*
third morning camping—
waking up in a chapter
written before this one
A Bouquet of Poems from Camping
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, moose, poem, poetry, tent on August 17, 2019| 2 Comments »
watching the mama moose
wade in the shallow lake—
remembering to breathe
*
clear night
inside the tent
raining by dawn
*
beside the campfire
singing an old song
no one else knows
*
night so quiet
I hear the river roaring
inside my thoughts
*
the world so itself
and inside me
the blessing of blessings
*
even a crow
can be trained to talk—
come, hurt, find your words
*
everywhere we step
a ring of mushrooms—
oh if a path could laugh
*
eating wild strawberries—
the heart, too, is accustomed
to bliss in small bites
Bouquet of Poems from Camping
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, poem, poetry, time on July 19, 2019| Leave a Comment »
I ask the earth
please, a little more time?
it spins on, spins on
*
finally dipping my toe
in the lap lane, already
I dream of the finish line
*
a bucket of anything
is best drunk a sip at a time—
even bliss
*
news from the heart—
it knows how to heal
its own holes
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resolving to treat
all my concerns as poems—
now doubt, too, is beautiful
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packing up the tent—
if only all habits could be folded,
bagged, stowed away
A Small Bouquet from Camping
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, poem, poetry on June 21, 2019| 5 Comments »
(somehow leaving out the trip to Urgent Care, the lost bicycle wheel, the dead car battery, the mangled sun shade, the flood … )
turned into an orange kite
the tent tangles in pinyon—
hello Motel 6
*
riding the single track
so easy to be nothing but
riding the single track
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letting the crickets
choose a key, harmonizing
a lullaby to myself
*
that squawking bird
with its one note song—
still, it sings, it sings
Bouquet of Six Camping Poems
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged apricot, camping, earwig, plum, poem, poetry on July 28, 2018| Leave a Comment »
eating wild plums—
the back of the mouth rucks
the lips quiver for more
*
in the hot springs—
letting myself soak until all I am
is a woman in the hot springs
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raindrops on the tent—
I practice how to whisper love
in rain language
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earwigs in the sleeping bags—
there is nothing nothing
good about this
*
bribing my daughter
with ice cream to hike—
each step a victory
*
apricots so perfectly
apricot, I clap as I taste them—
longing to be that true
Small Bouquet of Camping Poems
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, nature, poem, poetry on July 19, 2018| 2 Comments »
hello friends, back from a glorious few days of being unplugged … here are a few poems from the last five days.
falling asleep beside the stream
it carries away
the day, the years
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whatever a partial moon means—
cradling it in my hands
to give to you
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inviting Audrey Hepburn
for pancakes and tea—
she arrives with two tiaras
*
familiar path—
a year later
this new woman walks it
*
it takes four days
before my hands open enough
to let in the world
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riding our bikes
on the old dirt road—
baptized in scent of pine
*
sitting on a rock
long enough
no one feels like an enemy
*
beside the path
one ripe wild raspberry—
walking through its door
One Willingness
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, poem, poetry, rain, willingness on July 16, 2017| Leave a Comment »
A Small Bouquet of Poems Written While Camping
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged camping, poem, poetry on July 13, 2017| 2 Comments »
camping at the edge
of the river, all night
I dream of thirst
*
asking a question
I don’t want answered—
earwigs under the tarp
*
waking to rain
on the tent—
no rainbows at 2 a.m.
*
give me a day
not measured in hours—
splash, spoke, step, flame, song