a woman in the window
drawing back heavy curtains to let in the sun—
to dance believing all is well
in this one shining moment,
she lives and all is well
To Plate the Globe
we recognize the offer as something significant
the menu on the table; in dialect we don’t understand
the way cooks yell happy when they serve hot!
fish; chicken; steak meat, a luxury
a sampling of people’s stoves and culture carried
on rafts over oceans survivors (we don’t understand)
save through food to taste: an invitation to explore
the meaning of want
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Conjectures
to build our lives on more than tiny truths
held lightly
we turn our head toward the real thing: the light
endure; the advent of hope
manage the fear—
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Seen: Felt
grace is that person, asking if we’re okay,
stopping to hear we’re okay
This poem appears in my book peace: poems for the spiritual journey
We Wait, Hope
in the stillness
we wait (and hope)
our lives might make sense
and wait (and find)
they do