Good Walk

You hit the limit of the leash
and wonder if it means you’re not to go,
but it’s just me, not woken.
I catch up.
We move on.
You poop twice.
Overall, you'd say,
it’s a good morning.

December 22 2019

Work

It isn't to see the world as a brightly colored place,
or to revel in all the tiny graces
and the great,
or to feel at home with happiness,
but to practice any virtue that you can,
in doubt and desperation,
when you yourself are stranded in the dark.

December 12 2019

Winter

The woods are denser,
now that snow has bowed the branches low
across the paths, to turn them into tunnels
only he can safely navigate.
I stoop to pass beneath the boughs of Damocles,
while Canada geese make a hell of a racket overhead.

Fall is leaving;
it's all beginning again.

December 4 2019

A Good Death

The final,
delighted
thought:
Oh, so
that's
why
.

December 2 2019