ONE PARTICULAR FULL MOON

August 29th, 2010
The small pond in the valley
whose surface was like glass
because of the windless night
did not reflect the full moon
‘til it was almost mid night.
And when it did
the reflection resembled
an egg  in a frying pan
sunny side up.
Soon the egg slid off center
and eventually spilled
into the grassy shore
and was absorbed –
but some star specks remained
floating around.

COMFORT

August 29th, 2010
Those trees
beyond the glass door
have been
sending messages all week
and I’ve ignored them
caught as I am
in my own agenda
that demands more of me
than I wish to give.
But I finally paid them heed
this morning
when the sun
took hold of their leaves
along with the wind.
“We offer comfort
to those in need
who see.”
And I began to.

FAST FORWARD

August 29th, 2010
I  remember seeing him
moving slowly up the ramp.
By then  mail  had been sorted
and many of us converged
with keys in hand
to access little boxes
where catalogues and bills
and pleas for cash
and  an occasional letter
were all stuffed side by side.
He came more cautiously
than the rest of us
and more quietly as well.
His greetings were subdued
and then he left
in the manner he had come.
Briefly I assessed his needs
and then returned to mine with speed.
It wasn’t hardly any time at all
‘til I became that man.

I’M NOT IN A RUSH

August 29th, 2010
They haven’t died yet
so they don’t know
what’s in store.
When they do
some of them will be surprised
and some will say
“I told you so.”
I’m waiting
as are you.
Maybe I’’ll let you know
but I’m not in a rush to go.

A DAY LOST?

August 29th, 2010
He spent much of the day
watching leaves
bow to the whims of  of gentle breezes
IHe had no energy to deal with  more
and so he gazed
quite in a daze
taking in
whatever would unfold
outside his window.
The dances of the branches
held him  nearly hypnotized
as Ihe stared and stared
and did not care
for anything beyond his vision.

DISAPPEARING HOPE

August 13th, 2010

The little life boat
full to overflowing
cannot offer saving
to another soul.
Should there be
another seeking rescue
he or she must be ignored
for the boat  reach a shore.
So those treading water
watch the little boat diminish
and then finally vanish
allowing  hope to disappear.

ONE PARTICULAR FULL MOON

August 13th, 2010

The small pond in the valley
whose surface was like glass
because of the windless night
did not reflect the full moon
‘til it was almost mid night.

And when it did
the reflection resembled
an egg  in a frying pan
sunny side up.

Soon the egg slid off center
and eventually spilled
into the grassy shore
and was absorbed –
but some star specks remained
floating around.

LUCKY WORM

August 13th, 2010

The worm had chosen incorrectly
and tried to squirm on asphalt
confusing it with soil
and not having sufficient mental prowess
to discern the difference.

Along came a man who saw its plight –
bent down and flipped that wiggly thing
with a finger tip
to a landscape more amenable.

Not only that
when the early bird came
and sought that worm for prey
the same man stood up and shooed it away
and saved that worm for another day
of dealing with its constant danger.

A DAY LOST?

August 13th, 2010

He spent much of the day
watching leaves
bow to the whims of  of gentle breezes

IHe had no energy to deal with  more
and so he gazed
quite in a daze
taking in
whatever would unfold
outside his window.

The dances of the branches
held him  nearly hypnotized
as Ihe stared and stared
and did not care
for anything beyond his vision.

SHE PUT FRESH FLOWERS

August 13th, 2010

She put fresh flowers in the vase.
Every day
she put fresh flowers in the vase
as I was wilting.

I think she wished
those flowers would breathe –
would breathe into my soul.

And sure enough
I felt them stir  –
I felt their breath as hope   –
hope requiring
my short supply of patience
to endure.

She put fresh flowers in the vase.
I think
she’ll come again tomorrow.

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