Sunday, November 3, 2024

the pink


the prettiest face
streak of grey on her forehead
distant threats of beauty
is the light coming up
so slowly, it aches to watch
the pink hold dullness at bay
to her breast, turns it tin-blue
over the buildings, the lone chimney
downtown welcomes
the perfect dawn

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

feed the world


like a facebook like
mists of time soar over a past
that is petulant, remains for a day
a particle of a moment among the kalpas of creation

we will never aspire to more
than our hearts can flutter

open the oven door
take out the warm loaves

feed the world as you know it
save crusts and hefty chunks of butter
for all you don't

Saturday, October 12, 2024

justice

 justice is a tiny thing

a grain of sand, a simple heart
let the guy change lanes in front of you
he may be dealing with more weight of debt
than you could ever forget
help the crusty man carry a smile
the old woman with her bags of regret

kindness is a magic of brown leaves
falling from the sky
a warm hand, open and full
heals every single one of us

truth is asking how and why
justice, again, is a hut built
in the shelter of the now
we huddle, together
need to human need

Tuesday, September 17, 2024

the reason I do not dabble much in politics and protest

the world
will wander where it will
the continental plates beneath the plates
always pointing
to impossible, unexpected endings
wholeness, resolution

Saturday, August 24, 2024

Einstein's #4


a muted voice -- Kate Bush who'd easily 
go Running Up that Hill
the frigid air from the cooling vent
the rotating cast of customers
buying bagel sandwiches
bagels with cream cheese schmear
a baker's dozen of assorted bagels
doggie bagel treats

at the Einstein Bagels
by the Heinen's store
by the Erie Island Cafe
by the snazzy Old River Shopping district
right on the border of stodgy Rocky River
and progressive, authentic Lakewood

I come here a couple of times a week
relax with food and coffee
read, write, and occasionally
catch a surprising songbite on the overhead speakers

Future Islands
Death Cab for Cutie
Modest Mouse
slightly askew of corporate fare

here are a group of people
I know but don't know
tasty brunch on a round, sliced roll
and music that sometimes
hedges on sublime

Monday, August 12, 2024

line 'em up

sometimes they align
in such a way
chaos theory proves itself
the beauty of clouds
streaks like steak filets
lined up on the grill

mountains of mist
piled up behind them
foreboding, like older brothers
protecting younger siblings

and somewhere in this region of sky
a rhombus of clear blue
cut out of the conventional
freedom, always a gift
hard-won, breath-taking

Monday, July 15, 2024

the goldfinch

 We get into some pretty deep conversations

My therapist and I

It’s not so much about

How I am doing, what happened in my childhood

In my week, but –

How can I be helpful in this insane world

What is this world

Who am I in relationship to it?

 

I am happy today, we seem to be getting to solutions

Ways I can improve my life, while I have not been trusting

That anything can improve

 

At a poignant moment in our discussion

A small bird flies up to the sill outside

I note a gold streak on its breast –

Not a sparrow, if sparrows could even fly to the 4th floor

 

I call it to Marie’s attention

She looks, “by God, is that a goldfinch?”

It’s so tiny, so fast

It’s hard to get a scope on it

But it is a rare sighting

And the poor thing seems to be trying

To get inside the office, hovering for a half minute