Sunday, November 3, 2024
the pink
Tuesday, October 15, 2024
feed the world
Saturday, October 12, 2024
justice
justice is a tiny thing
a grain of sand, a simple heartlet 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
Saturday, August 24, 2024
Einstein's #4
Monday, August 12, 2024
line 'em up
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