kindness is a scandal to hoarders,
but bread and meat to great men
Dispossessed
when family disinherits,
a race of men stands on street corners
intersecting people passing
cardboard slogans
Please Read
This poem appears in my book peace: poems for the spiritual journey
Searching
he circles the base of the mountain, winding an arc—
searching for a place to begin, discarding
geometric ideals for hard geography
the need to climb surmounting worry
about coming back safe, in one piece, untouched
to life, marriage, kids, job (loss)
hoping life is more than a map
on a page he can read; some metaphor
he steps over unseen lines, knowing
trail heads deliver more than he expects:
that his questions will soon be swallowed
whole (their disappearance hinging
on his own appearance)
This poem appears in my book peace: poems for the spiritual journey
Bohemian
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
This poem appears in my book peace: poems for the spiritual journey
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