Sunday

Rare peace.
This is our chore day.
Walk him the longer way;
red leaves backlit by the early sun.
Dry and canned,
coffee and the unwise doughnut.
Pills. Get out the cheese.
Trim our nails.
She empties the fridge.
The dump.
Walk him by the river,
let him wade,
then home, his lunch and mine.
We nap.
She fights the tide of darks and lights.
I fold laundry,
not knowing what is whose,
while he waits for us to walk him.

October 21 2020

 

Rock

 

Consider pebbles and their virtues.

They wait.

Each seeks its small repose.

They are not subject to opinion. 

Good folk to turn to when your mind needs rest.

But stone only seems to sleep through eyeblink lives;

it is always on the move.

I have stood on a beach with old and infant rock,

ancient sand sifted over peat in a buried marsh,

born to be coal.

There is much to consider, say the boulders,

and much time for consideration.

We pitch our tiny tents on magma's back, 

and we will drift 

wherever it wants to flow.

 

October 5 2020

 

Advice to adolescents

Start working on your past now, while it's still your present. You can't go back later to fix it. 

October 5 2020