Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Rain

we'd never listen to the rain the same again
after last year when rivers flowed down the street
and backyards turned into lakes,
instead of relaxing to the drumming of raindrops
lulling us to sleep, we listen anxiously for
sump pumps and the sound of rivers in
our basements, we do not welcome this
season of rain and clouds.
we listen with fear in our hearts and watch
the weather, staying awake longer than needed
until we fall into a light sleep, hoping to awaken
to clear skies and silence.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Am I a Weeny


I pulled him aside
and whispered into his ear,
am I a weeny with these 2 pound weights
when they are lifting 20, or 200,
I think I am, should I be coming
to this place where muscles
bulge and sweat pours from
their faces, I do not
fit in here, do I, but
he responded that I
am not a weeny and
I am welcome here.

Monday, July 28, 2014

I'd rather..

I'd rather nap,
in a hammock amongst the trees,
a novel still open across my chest as I doze off
without a worry, I'd rather
pick beans from the garden, or ride my bike
along the creek, I'd rather look out my
window at the view from upstairs and
wonder how many bobcats walk
silently through the forest.
I'd rather not work tomorrow, preferring
to march to my own drummer
in my own time, choosing my
own companions, the pay may not
be monetary but is more
valuable.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Writing papers sometime in the future

the future arrives
and we wonder that we have committed
such folly, always thinking it will be easier,
not take so many words, so much rewording
and rewriting and time consuming minutiae,
the references, the figures, the clear train of thought
that seemed so compelling months ago, now
murky and uncertain, maybe ridiculous,
definitely not compelling
but we're committed now,
the future is now, tonight,
before our beds will embrace
us its cozy arms.

Friday, July 25, 2014

the lame foot

she's been  limping for seven weeks,
having to stop and listen to the dreams and
fantasies of her foot, her crippled fingers
that will not longer grip a guitar, the conversations
she can no longer track, the words slip by
so quickly, her eyes well up and I
see them, recognizing them as my own.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

taking a break...


taking a break,
a rest
a pause
letting a sore throat have its say
a tired muscle relax
lying down
sleeping late
a slow conversation
ignoring dirty dishes
leaving the bags packed
except for the toothbrush,
the complete necessaries,
only the essentials.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Making Friends

it reminds me of grade school,
the tentative approach, the tentative smile,
looking for a piece of candy as an offering,
the risk of asking and hoping for yes.
the ecstasy of a "yes", yes!, a yes!
yes, she'll have lunch with me, she'll
take the piece of candy and I won't have
to eat alone, yes, yes!
success,
ah, making new friends, so risky,
sweet success.