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September
September has become one of my favorite months It comes around when summer gives its final umph The humidity drops and the sky becomes a painting White swirls and streaks, backdrops of light pink I watch the pelicans, pipers, seagulls celebrating It’s the most wonderful time of the year Kids are back in school And
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An Idealistic Life
My mom told me not to wait too long But what if her idea of an idealistic life for me is wrong Does she see the ship I see – sailing away? Can she see that the clouds are gray Not blue or pink We sail around the subject as we have the last 11
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Introvert Church
I’m an introvert I like the solitude Hopefully declining that party isn’t being rude But being around people doesn’t always hurt On a Sunday morning, I’m not in a church I roll out of bed at 4:20 Read a chapter, drink a cup of coffee, eat a banana – it’s plenty There’s no one on
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Run vs Rest
What happened to being invincible For the past 24 hours I’ve been miserable It’s true what that champion body builder said: “The body doesn’t explain, it complains” So mine’s complaining Never mind that I was 14 days on – rest is for the weak! Or that it was raining Now my voice is raspy, my
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Leaves
I’m waiting for the leaves to change I see it already The shift from verdant to dry Like a form of mange It catches my eye Those leaves are withering slowly yet holding steady Like the human condition, like you and me Wrinkles, sagging, graying In the wind: crinkles, lagging, fraying Fall is around the
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Bird Watching
You said to look at the birds, so I do This morning at the stoplight I saw one perched His belly was speckled, his beak was ajar What an intricate creature I admired his beautiful features And thought of Your words as I sat in my car Am I not of more value than that
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New Things
I heard someone say to make time slow down you have to do new things So I took some time for me and went away My dog stayed home, I got him a sitter But leaving him felt so bitter I did all the things people do: the beach, restaurants, hikes But all I could
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Screamin’
Hey kid, why are you screamin’ I was sitting in my front yard dreamin’ When you interrupted It sounds like Mount St. Helens erupted I can only imagine what your face looks like And how your mom must feel Disgusted Seriously, what’s your deal How long till you discover That there are others Go ahead
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The Obituaries
The letters haunt me at night They’re why I wake up at 2 am in a fright They’re etched in my brain and tattooed in my palms I can recite the stories like psalms But I wish these endings weren’t permanent Obituaries, death’s testament Black letters on gray I hold them like cards every Sunday
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Animal Friends
I’m just like that yellow crowned night heron Standing in the front yard starin’ As raindrops fall in the evening There’s a little bit of sunlight in the distance beaming Or is it a streetlight Half the sky is dark, half of it’s bright Sort of what my soul is like I walk my dog
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