A couple of poems... First, something I wrote quite recently.
Giving Thanks
It couldn't have been
some cartoon cat
with a bunch of daisies
grinning Thank You s.
It needed to be more than that,
spelt out in 6-foot letters on a beach;
sky-writing.
Something beyond ordinary,
beyond special.
I don't know how
to make it big enough,
but I think I should
plant trees, in rows 6-deep.
Wait twenty years
to take you up in a balloon,
to look down,
and finally see
what I've been trying to say.
Thank you.
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One from a couple of years ago.....
3.30 a.m.
Lately I’ve been rising
in the middle of the night
to write poems.
Well, not to write poems,
but while I’m up,
and wondering what to do,
poems come,
and at that hour,
you do not turn company away.
You say:
Could you not sleep either?
What has you so restless?
Would you like a cup
of my chamomile-vanilla tea?
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And finally.....
Prayer-flags
We pray for rain
or an end to it;
health, continued,
or a return to it,
for us, for friends,
for all;
for a good day,
an easy heart,
someone to love,
someone to love our sons,
our daughters.
For protection in peril,
for souls gone from us
we pray,
each word another fragment
on the endless fluttering string
connecting us
to where our prayer goes.
And always, the only questions
to which we really seek an answer:
Are you there?
Do you hear?
