“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Lovely Weather for Ducks

Nothing but rain outside.
It will be like this for days
the house surrounded by darkness
(the windows look like night)
and afterwards
hordes of new mosquitos.

I cancel lunch with friends,
think I might dust the bedroom
(it looks so beautiful clean)
and find the DVD my son recently sent:
Othello, in 1990,
Ian McKellen playing Iago. 



This Time

This time
she did not run away and hide
when I tried to dab calendula cream
on the allergy spot behind her ear.

This time
she hunched on the couch beside me
and submitted,
albeit with a disgruntled face.

This time
after I was done
she got down off the couch,
licked her paw, and deliberately washed it all off.





Sunday, March 26, 2017

Autumn Begins with Days of Rain

On the first dry evening
I open the door to the yard
and see in spite of the dark
the vine, as if suddenly, 
fresh green, thick with leaf.

Opening the front door
next morning, still rainless,
I confront mist: startlingly white,
wiping out hills and mountains
above the other side of the street.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

TV Shows About High School KIds

Joyfully discovering Veronica Mars,
and remembering beloved Buffy, I wonder –
is it that I’m permanently adolescent,
or am I trying to recast myself, even now,
as the brave teenager I never was?


Written for Writing Ourselves Alive, week 2: Honesty




Monday, March 13, 2017

Going to Ground

I told a truth about myself
I never told before.
It was big.

People were kind. And even I
could see myself with distance,
lending compassion.

But it wore me out.
I haven’t been able, since,
to tell anyone anything.


Written for Writing Ourselves Alive, week 2: Honesty


Friday, March 10, 2017

After the Fierce Summer

After the fierce summer 
(and my arthritis flare-up)
my garden is dead –
except, of course, for the weeds.

My cat with the white whiskers
finds herself a shady spot
under drooping ferns
and a statue's impassive gaze.




















Written for Writing Ourselves Alive, week 2: Honesty

Wednesday, March 8, 2017