leaning into a wind
from twenty years ago—
still tugging tears from my eyes
Posts Tagged ‘time’
One Time Warp
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged nostalgia, poem, poetry, time, wind on April 2, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Going Forty
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, poem, poetry, time on February 16, 2017| 1 Comment »
these longer days,
still not enough time
to notice how beautiful
the cottonwood
rimed in white
Throwing Away the Canvas
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Art, poem, poetry, time, unrhymed sonnet on January 8, 2017| 1 Comment »
A response of sorts to Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
Not that I wasn’t fond of it—the blues
and golds and thick brush strokes—perhaps it was
because I was so fond of it I threw
the art away, that life-size portrait of
eternal summer, mine, the painting in
which one hand reaches for the sun, the other
grows dark roots into the earth. Now all
that lives of those bright lines are these two hands
that painted them. With something less than care
I rolled the canvas tight and took it to
the trash, the company of grapefruit rinds
and last year’s mail. By tea, I’ve gotten used
to how the wall looks—empty, open, free—
already dreamed what else these hands might do.
One Blink
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged parenting, poem, poetry, time on January 4, 2017| Leave a Comment »
distracted by dishes
and shoveling and paperwork
I fail to notice
my son
has grown two inches
Forgive Me
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, time on August 31, 2016| Leave a Comment »
I sometimes
forget we are
animated clay.
I forget
how everything
breaks.
I like to think
we have time.
One Timing
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, time on August 27, 2016| Leave a Comment »
watching the kids play
I consider we will never be young together—
not all flowers bloom in spring
One Eventually
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged healing, poem, poetry, time on August 14, 2016| 1 Comment »
One Misperception
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, time on May 25, 2016| 3 Comments »
What if it’s not an hourglass?
What if our time here
is more like sand
in a six million
mile an hour
wind
?
One Missed Deadline
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged missed deadline, poem, poetry, time on February 16, 2016| 2 Comments »
I dangle my whole body
from the end of the minute hand
as it mounts its way
toward the hour,
no use,
it swings me into tomorrow
right on time.
While Flipping Pages
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged beauty, poem, poetry, time on August 6, 2015| 3 Comments »
Out of the old green Rand McNally,
pressed between North Dakota and Ohio,
fell a handful of faded rose petals,
once yellow, now brown.
Brittle and strangely flat,
they hardly resemble the flowers
they were when they came to me
in an exuberant bouquet.
The petals are dried past pretty,
pale and dead, and still
there is something lovely about them,
the symmetry of the darkened veins,
how smooth they are, like skin.
I, too, am more fragile,
twenty winters older since
I slipped these petals into
the weight of the atlas,
and part of me shakes my head
at that naïve girl who so wanted
to try to save something beautiful.
And part of me thanks her.
She could not then have known
how on an late summer night
I would discover them again,
and, surprised, take a sniff and find,
could it be? a faint sweet scent.
Some nights, even the tiniest bit of beauty
is enough to shake us wildly awake,
reminding us there is so much
yet to bloom, so much we still long
to give to the world.
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