lost in this meadow
deep in the grass
so easy to think
there is no path—
ask the mice
ask the stars
Posts Tagged ‘perspective’
Direction
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged field, lost, path, perspective, poem, poetry on September 24, 2018| Leave a Comment »
The Day After Visiting the Prehistoric Journey Exhibit at the Denver Museum
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged gratitude, museum, perspective, poem, poetry, prehistoric journey on July 9, 2018| 2 Comments »
it was never meant to last,
this life, though we tell ourselves
we’re different, though we tell
ourselves we matter. But the planet
is patient. And the sky is older than that.
The bones in the exhibit hall are proof.
Still, as I drive the seven hours to home,
I am careful to stay in my lane,
careful to miss the dead lump of what once
was a bird, to use my turn signal,
to wave thanks at the truck driver
who let me into the flow.
It may not go on forever, but
for now there is this chance
to learn about communion.
There is this chance
to see just how generous
we can be with these drying bones.
One Perspective
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged light, perspective, poem, poetry on May 26, 2018| Leave a Comment »
carrying a candle outside
into the twilight, the whole world
revolves around the tiny flame
One Really About the Heart
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged heart, perspective, poem, poetry, toe on March 30, 2018| 1 Comment »
One Perspective
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
Changing Perspective
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged illusion, perspective, poem, poetry, reality, villanelle on January 25, 2014| 2 Comments »
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
—Albert Einstein
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
Or bear who’s dreaming she’s a woman, lost?
I cannot find the answer anywhere.
One thing’s for sure, the bear is not aware
she might be dreaming. She is hungry, cross.
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
The woman, on the other hand, she cares
if it’s dream. Are these her teeth? Her paws?
She cannot find the answer anywhere.
The she-bear lifts her nostrils to the air
and sniffs. She feels the edge of coming frost.
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
The woman falls down to her knees and stares,
confused by her wide footprints in the moss.
She cannot find the answer anywhere.
It’s time to sleep? It’s time to wake? I swear
I cannot say. Are these my hands? Or claws?
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
I cannot find the answer anywhere.
Because I Thought I Knew What It Should Look Like
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged growth, love, patience, perspective, poem, poetry, rose on August 25, 2013| 1 Comment »
I grieved
that the rose had stopped blooming
when in fact
it was opening
only very, very, very slowly
Another Look
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged perspective, poem on June 14, 2013| 1 Comment »
Oh look! says Anita,
pointing to the window,
and there, where only minutes ago
we saw mountains
we now see only gray.
I think of how
I cannot see you.
How many veils
are in the way?
It’s no use
to try to pull them down.
They drop when it is time.
I know where you
are. The mountains, too.
Perhaps I am the one
who is hiding.
Five on Seeing
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged perspective, poem, poetry, seeing, tanka on May 11, 2013| 4 Comments »
Did you notice,
I say, the gorilla’s nose
is shaped like a heart?
Yes, she says, but my heart
is shaped like a fist.
*
Easy to see
I’m a wave in the water—
when I disappear
nothing essential
will be lost.
*
Harder to believe
nothing’s lost when my daughter
pulls the needle
out of my knitting
and the stitches fall off.
*
Ever notice
how hard it is to see eye
to eye when our
backs are toward
each other?
*
Solar eclipse
in Taurus and the window
between worlds opens—
eyes wide, advises my chart,
it’s a new day for your heart
Perspective
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged infinity, little me, perspective, poem, self on February 3, 2013| 2 Comments »
The biggest hope
I dared to hope,
I drew a circle
round it
and then
stepped
beyond the ring,
and saw myself
a small point
of infinity
how miniature
my greatest
hopes,
how slight
what I
call me.
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