composed by yours truly
Comfort is — buying an XL
flannel jacket for the winter
even though you’re only a medium
because it reminds you of your daddy —
and on that first chilly day
cold seeps in though the gaps —
but really you don’t much mind
because in your little girl memories
he’s keeping you safe and snuggly warm.
In a hospital
it’s difficult to listen
to sad, scary sounds
“code blue” on intercoms
wailing, grieving families
beep-beep-beep of machines —
But if you listen
more carefully
you can hear
the sound of hope
of healing, love, and support
caring, confident voices
of nurses and doctors and staff
the din and melodies of
our imperfect and indispensable
healthcare plexus at work
sky becomes full dawn
towhees call out to half moon
at quarter till sun
segmented,
fermented,
demented.
entry in my beer tasting journal for Huss Brewing Co.’s Papago Orange Blossom, a delicious Arizona vanilla mandarin wheat ale
It’s not all about healing yourself — it’s just as importantly about letting yourself heal.
sunset casts shadows
yet we see only colors
and glorious light
Aging is an exponential clock — ticking in runaway years.
You’ve got to keep moving to keep the beauty of life in perspective. If you hold still too long, things go blurry.
You don’t always have to pray for something, or to someone — you can just simply pray.
You can never worry your way to enlightenment.
When most people see an adult skipping they assume it must be on the way either to or from the asylum.
Spring is a lively swing towards summer
Summer is a hot salsa towards autumn
Autumn is an elegant ballet towards winter
Winter is a slow waltz towards spring
At 2 pm, doves coo
an afternoon lullaby —
drowsy ticking
drowns out work —
the clock’s face
and leaden hands
fall napping into
the hour’s warm lap —
minutes nod off and
sleepy seconds snore
digesting noon away —
time teeters —
its breathing slows
weighed down by
heavy parts of day —