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I ask the earth

please, a little more time?

it spins on, spins on

 

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finally dipping my toe

in the lap lane, already

I dream of the finish line

 

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a bucket of anything

is best drunk a sip at a time—

even bliss

 

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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

 

 

 

 

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(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

 

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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

 

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that squawking bird

with its one note song—

still, it sings, it sings

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eating wild plums—

the back of the mouth rucks

the lips quiver for more

 

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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

 

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bribing my daughter

with ice cream to hike—

each step a victory

 

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apricots so perfectly

apricot, I clap as I taste them—

longing to be that true

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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

 

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familiar path—

a year later

this new woman walks it

 

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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

 

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sitting on a rock

long enough

no one feels like an enemy

 

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beside the path

one ripe wild raspberry—

walking through its door

 

 

 

 

 

 

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darkening sky—

packing up the tent

and driving straight toward the rain

 

 

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camping at the edge

of the river, all night

I dream of thirst

 

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asking a question

I don’t want answered—

earwigs under the tarp

 

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waking to rain

on the tent—

no rainbows at 2 a.m.

 

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give me a day

not measured in hours—

splash, spoke, step, flame, song

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blue flax beside the highway,

ten thousand bridal bouquets—

 

each moment of the journey

saying, “marry me”

 

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said the mama heron,

no more crawling

when you were made to fly

 

 

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surprised by the mama grizzly—

one hand on the car door,

the other focuses the camera

 

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in a field of avalanche lilies

each one

the most exquisite

 

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clapping for Old Faithful—

thrilling at predictable

astonishment

 

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sleeping in a puppy pile

between my grown children—

oddly glad for cold nights

 

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morning alarm—

raindrops on the tent

each one pressing snooze

 

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june snowstorm—

the morning takes its bikini for a drive

and slips into a hot springs

 

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searching every meadow for moose—

missing it like that kiss

from the boy I never kissed

 

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a whole week

with no blue—

relying on the places

I’ve tattooed sky

on my inner walls

 

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seventh day in Yellowstone—

just another glorious herd of bison

and their perfect golden calves

 

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the sing-along of a thousand miles—

even Julie Andrews asks

are we there yet?

 

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said the desert,

you can’t smell the sage

going sixty

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One Morning

folding up the tent—

summer in a small package

wood smoke still in my hair

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wet hair,
wet dress, wet feet
wet eyes
across the field
blue sky

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