Last chapter

  Summer sings its long song, and all the notes are green. But there’s a click, somewhere in the middle of the month, as we reach the turning point, the apex, a Ferris wheel, cars tipping and tilting over the top, and we see September up ahead, school and schedules returning. And there’s the first night you step outside and hear the katydids arguing,…

at this table

  Perhaps the World Ends Here ~ Joy Harjo The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on. We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees…

a pause

This is not a season but a pause between one future & another, a day after a day, a breathing space before death, a breathing, the rain throwing itself down out of the bluegrey sky, clear joy. – Margaret Atwood (from “Rain”) Happy National Poetry Month!

slowing to a silence

Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment when, nothing happens no what-have-I-to-do-today-list maybe half a moment the rush of traffic stops. The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be slows to silence, the white cotton curtains hanging still. ~ Marie Howe Don’t you just love days like that? I had one yesterday and it was perfectly lovely. So nice to have no plans,…