stubbing my toe
the whole foot, the whole world,
becomes toe
Posts Tagged ‘perspective’
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.
It Seems So Much Harder Now
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged biology, parenting, perspective, poems, poetry, science on April 16, 2012| 3 Comments »
Dad takes out the microscope
from a dusty old suitcase
and sets it up on the kitchen table.
Once again I’m six years old
and we are living near the lake
where he takes me out with a net and a vial
to collect the water together.
He shows me how to make a slide,
how to focus the lens, how to steady
my eye and how to be patient
and wait for the tiny world
to reveal itself.
My son and daughter are with us
today, and he takes them out
to the waterway with the net
and the vial and all their curiosity.
I’d forgotten how miraculous it feels
to look into a droplet and find
a universe with slender strands
and tiny spiraled globs of green
and all the unseen critters seen,
their eyeless, mouthless,
heartless forms nudging
at the algal threads or speeding
across and off the slide.
How big the world seems then,
and how very, very small—
how hard it is to know
where we fit into it all—
this world with its car bombs
and militant groups, adventure
movies and evening news,
Jupiter high in the springtime sky
and under the microscope,
single-celled things zooming
and worming and meandering.
Who could make sense of it?
How simple to be one of these
small creatures I can’t name,
how simple it was to be that girl,
six years old, beside her father
on the microscope bench
dropping beads of water
onto the slides, kneeling on her chair,
mesmerized.
five haiku
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged emptiness, freedom, haiku, love, perspective, poem, shy, stars, sun, words on January 29, 2012| 5 Comments »
I could never say
what love is but often
I say I love you
*
you’re shy? it’s okay—
I can drip love from these words
instead of flooding
*
who says there is
only one sun? let’s think
vaster than that
*
falling through
the spaces between stars
a temple of emptiness
*
a velvet cage
is still a cage she said
scissors in hand
Taking Out the Trash Tanka
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged motherhood, our place in the universe, perspective, stars, tanka on December 6, 2011| 2 Comments »
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