Prepare a glass of May Wine and read this poem 😉 was it my hands clapping that night? or, was the music simply keeping time through me? my heart only knows… instruments floated before faces once removed: you were eating, you were talking to a friend, you were just gazing at the dark sky… but … Continue reading
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Wondering
I wonder if it was I that dreamed of the butterfly last night, or if it was the butterfly that dreamed of me? I wonder if it was the prayer I made today that named my unborn great grandchild? I wonder if the star that I see tonight appeared because of the dandelion seeds my … Continue reading
To Do List
To Do List Leave a crack in the door, for you are always available. Leave a part of your garden untended so the wild can have its way. Leave the milk out — don’t worry, it won’t go bad. It will culture, and then you can make creamy butter. Go to bed earlier and let … Continue reading
I Don’t Care What You Believe In
i don’t care what you believe in i care if you know what season ice melts yielding tender shoots while sending hair-thin roots anchoring new growth yawning through soil, taking the risk to finally reach for the sun i don’t care what you believe in i care if you know what season petals drop away … Continue reading
Mississippi Dreaming
I dream of ancient oak trees, trunks wider than yours and my arms out-stretched, branches towering above us hosting a chorus of bird calls that sail along the thick, Southern breeze. I dream of springs bubbling up and flowing along the forest floor, banks matted with fallen leaves, flowing into creeks, then streams, then into … Continue reading
Reflecting Light
“Life is always poised for flight. From a distance it looks still, silhouetted against the bright sky or the dark ground; but up close it is flitting this way and that, as if displaying to the world that at every moment its perpetual readiness to take off in any of a thousand directions.” ~ Jonathan … Continue reading
Grow Wild
“The soil is the great connector of our lives, the source and destination of all.” ~ Wendell Berry, The Unsettling of America (1977) grow wild eat dirt So I will tap into my own lyrics; if I can — you can. Looking inside, I see the ticking talk of my being which endlessly banters something … Continue reading
An Uninvited Guest
You came to me last night right when I was expecting to sleep so that I could dream of well-grazed fields covered in wildflowers. But no! — you came with your menacing eyes and chattering mouth and with claws beginning to expose themselves from your rough hands. At first — I was scared. Who wouldn’t … Continue reading
Warm Belly
without knowing, with knowing all i entered your arms and you held me. at a hint of separation — i reacted and recoiled only to lose you all the more… with bumps with bruises i come to you again. with arms open, hugging your belly warm and dense and sweet… i am no longer afraid … Continue reading
Guarding Olive Trees
“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.” … Continue reading
Lindsay Kolasa 