in nature i am
water in the breeze
going with the flow
in society i thrash
every cell halting
resistance grows
i become boulder
thrown off cliffs
accelerating through
no choice of my own
landing hard
splitting open
shattering into
everything wrong
they say i am sensitive
and that i’m not tough —
enough. but — i made
it this far — ain’t i have?
amongst y’all, who are.
in the desert southwest
doves call themselves out
and say their own names
in self-identifying syllables —
two in “ink-uh” of the little inca
eurasian’s 3-noted “you-ray-zhun”
four of the “white-wingèd dove”
and the unmistakable five notes
of the song “mourning dove i am”
My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather.
P.S. Thank you to everyone who let me know about USA Today and King Features Syndicate using this for their April 18th Cryptoquote.
If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort.
but the science bears out
my catastrophic thinking
The world constantly sways me between poet and malcontent.
just like trees
my life is a mix—
seasonal change
and evergreen
Passion does not study anatomy in books.
my heart is dying
for this gambel’s quail crying
lovesick for a mate
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a
one by one the trees they fall
and before you know it, the forest
Life can be hard, but if you’ve got somebody to love — Yay!