She is waiting for me to respond From the comfort of my easy chair. I could speak in complete sentences, Wave my hand, or sing a top-40 song For she’s only a dog With expectations And direct knowledge Of where the biscuits are kept. I am on my way to the kitchen.
Category Archives: Poetry
Poetry: Rusty Thoughts
An abandoned rusty chair Waits for me near an ocean, No cell phone service, Only deep thinking Like a runaway Mack truck Plowing through a spent cornfield Just east of my childhood.
Poetry: Watching TV
Watching TV Before turning on the TV Think how wisdom Is knowing you don’t have forever, Maybe no more Than tomorrow, If that, To do the best you can For the moment you’ve been given, Like witnessing the full breach of a whale When others only see the explosion of white water Or nothing atContinue reading “Poetry: Watching TV”
Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel
I need time to think, thought the squirrel, High up in a tree in the middle of winter. Yes, it was the exact center of the season When collecting acorns Should be done. But he had none. Months of play Did so pass Until he was Out of gas. Kaput Without A nut. Maybe thinkingContinue reading “Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel”
Aging isn’t in the mirror
Didn’t know what it was like to be old until I was. Aging isn’t in the mirror. I am who I am at this moment, not last year, or last century. If there’s a tomorrow, I’ll get that After too many decades trying to be what I imagined I should be. The trick was understandingContinue reading “Aging isn’t in the mirror”
Poetry: Notes
Notes taken 53 years ago From a lecture, no doubt Where my head droops slightly Under the weight of fatigue, Letters trail off, Shrinking under the strain Of staying awake But not alert, Capturing recognizable words Too slowly to hear what follows, The thought, the idea Of what I have to gain from being there,Continue reading “Poetry: Notes”
Poem: Butterfly Shadow
Oh, brave warrior Of delicate means Dodging unseen obstacles In a moment always to be A butterfly’s shadow Flying further from me.
Poem: The Fool’s Way
A leaf flutters from a tall tree, Free for ten blinks of an eye. He doesn’t see it rest gently At his feet, Having lost interest To the consumption of time He’ll never get back In a forest he never Wanted to be in. Such is the fool’s way.
