We could solve anything given enough good coffee,
oatmeal and crispy home fries. Let’s begin with eggs,
over easy like morning brunch advice from my old friend.
She tells me the cure for worry is this:
Instead of arguing with the world,
or sending it lists of urgently needed repairs,
Write a list of each day’s moments
Be selective. Don’t take every single thing on the buffet.
Stick to moments as lit up as a neon diner sign on a rainy night highway,
moments like matches struck in the cave of a dark mood,
or even, she says, pointing with her oatmeal-covered spoon,
moments like this, with fresh blackberries for breakfast
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Breakfast At The All-U-Can-Eat Buffet
Public Service Announcement, Regarding Rabbits
At the discount housewares store
this five dollar mug with a painted on
brown and blue rabbit reminded me
(of a picture or a memory) of a
happy childhood. So, I bought it.
Wouldn’t you? I brought it home
washed it at the kitchen sink and
tested it with herbal tea.
Reader, it worked.
I felt safe and sleepy, filled with
the scent of sun warmed grass.
I realize this may have been the tea talking.
But still, isn’t it worth the gamble?
So now I offer this to you
whoever you are. Come by anytime
when you need to remember or imagine
your own happy childhood
you’re invited over
to sip it from the blue bunny mug
Morning with Max
abandoned
was how the poem started its story
But here is
how it really was:
No poem at all until
your cats, lonely for you,
crowded my lap
pushing papers aside
and the poem, only a small poem
drifted in on its
little cat feet
calling itself
abandoned
(in the self-important way
of some small poems)
Meanwhile
as we sat together
new snow fell calm
and beautiful with
no fanfare at all
February, Monday
Quiet, few and far
between them
minutes or miles
houses or hours
stretch themselves
luxuriously
from horizon to clock face
and back again
miles or minutes
something is ticking and
making a soft whirring sound
as it slowly goes by
January 30
driving through the dark
steering with one hand
searching coat pockets
for a tissue. How much time
we spend in the dark, in the cold,
racing forward while still searching
hoping to find something
soft
Factory Lights
Factory lit up
brick framed windows
welcoming
warm against the dark.
A banner waves in the wind,
proclaims,We’re Hiring!
At the other end of town
brick high school shelters
those preparing for the journey
Something small and swift
maybe a house cat
maybe a young fox
runs across the road
making its escape
cozy is a snow day
I move nearer the window to write with a view to the east. Instead of sunrise, day drifts in with a gradual graying, dark to light. After an hour…after two, still in pajamas with steaming mug of coffee and streaming ink of words. The few cars passing are hunched in snow, headlights on.
Next up, yoga and cocoa and springtime thaw.
even the snow plow
shushes along
muffled by winter
Visitor
Yesterday
out of the blue
a long day of cheerfulness
a mood in a yellow dress
carrying puppies and flowers
laughing oh she was all
the cliches at once
but still so welcome, this visit
from a long long long
lost self. Where did you come from?
was the question I
almost
asked all day but didn’t
in case it startled the smile off her face
Lifted
from this snow stubbled field
ragged edged weeds, distant tree line
all cold white dust. Watch.
A mysterious signal whispers Rise
to the dark foraging flock, as one,
As One, the birds rise and circle the barn
and your heart lifts with them, rises
above the roof line, rises above the silo,
rise and
rise and
rise till we are
all
out of sight
January 5th
white field broken by
headstones, iced moss, your footprints
cemetery snow