Posts Tagged ‘Florida’


I was once
a mountain
—the sand


red hands on the cave wall—
asking my own palms
what mark will you make?


lying on the earth
shivering beneath the stars—
all night knowing where I am

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?


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


slipping into the ocean of love—
how did I ever believe
it was a puddle


after the conversation
there is only
after the conversation


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

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Dear Poetry Friends,

Thank you so much for the sweet notes I received while I was on vacation letting me know you missed the daily poems. I should have mentioned ahead of time that I would be taking a break from nightly sending. Then, yesterday, the motherboard on my computer went out and I understand it will be at least a week before I have it back … so we will be on a limited posting schedule again until my computer returns. Luckily, through the grace of iCloud (how is this possible) my poems from our trip still exist on my phone. What a great technological twist to a story about a technological bummer!



Bouquet of Poems from Florida Keys


changing blues in the water

trying to name them as if this way

I will remember


riding rusty bikes

every pedal an invitation

to sing along


after facing new monsters:

the ankle grabbing bubba, the dunka—

the swimming pool safe at last


between domino spots

infinite space

for laughter


drinking lemon drops

with my mother—

afternoon sunshine


sea breeze so strong

it makes of all my thoughts

a kite


training to believe in luck—

at Boondocks mini golf

hole in one


once swimming in the waves

how soon I forget

stench of beached seaweed


how quietly they become

part of everything—

all those dropped petals


on silent streets

walking with midnight—

never once feeling lonely


what shall I listen to—

from far away

a song on the wind


after thousands of years

what new is there to say

about waiting



Bouquet of Poems from Washington DC


unable to see stars

I find a tree about to leaf

wish on a greening bud

(at Yoko Ono’s “Wishing Tree” in the Hirshhorn Sculpture Garden)



we wade into the black

sea of names, deeper, deeper—

salt water on our cheeks

(at the Vietnam Memorial)


above the wall of the dead

a field of tiny blue self-seeding flowers—

how peace begins

(at the Vietnam Memorial)


night of a thousand sirens—

meanwhile, above the orchestra pit,

the Russian ballerina bows

(at the Kennedy Center, Mariinsky Ballet, “Le Corsair”)


surrounded by beauty

he finds only reasons to complain—

rain of cherry blossoms

(beside the Tidal Pool)


beside the empty cherry tree

the message of Martin Luther King

still blooming

(at the MLK Memorial)


in a room of Rothko

I find it inside—

my horizon

(at the Phillips Museum)


Lincoln’s giant marble fist—

staring at it until my own fist


(at the Lincoln Memorial)

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