Posts for June 9, 2022 (page 4)

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Poem

I Remain Amazed

Gooseberries are just coming on
like small green beach balls
I’d imagined in childhood as I waited for
them to ripen in a rush of purple, but
sneaking a few early because I liked
how they made my mouth pucker.

The catalpa trees by the pond are
blooming cotton Candy flowers
contrasting azure skies mirroring
those billowing clouds we make into
shapes of bears and boats 
and
dragons on bright summer days.

Fleabane and clover flowers cover the
ground in small bursts of beauty, blooms
clumped in pockets all around the yard
bees zigzag paths to visit each one as
I step around admiring these small
wonders I grew up knowing.


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Poem

Gnome’s Hat

When I was younger

And the world was closer
And wilder
I found a cap,
A little red cone
That fit perfectly on the tip of my finger. 
I knew
It was a gnome’s hat,
And that they would want it back. 
So I set to hiding it in
Secret-making places–
The corner of a bookshelf,
A hollow of roots,
A windowsill lit by moonlight–
But one day I forgot where it was. 
Or,
Maybe,
The gnome found it and
Took it back
Grateful to have their hat again. 

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Poem

Shower Thoughts

I hope I don’t wake up Ruby
no, I have no damns left to give.

Religion is such an isolating experience. 
I shouldn’t complain, 
Christians have oppressed so many other religions
it’s really not fair.
So what if I get a little uncomfortable sometimes.
People shouldn’t use their own suffering to comfort others.
Wait, I do that. 
Don’t be a hypocrite!

I need to buy more shampoo
when I go to the store this weekend.
And Starbucks.
Shampoo and Starbucks. 


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Poem

i remember

a neapolitan summer
all pink and brown and white 
strawberries and cream 
and soft melty chocolate 
three colors 
three flavors 
that blended seamlessly together 
like we did 


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Poem

open door

You volunteer to teach summer school.
Attendance is low.

Near the end of lunch, you walk to the restroom–down a hallway
lined with furniture waiting for floor wax to dry in empty classrooms.

You smell freshly cut grass and feel humidity
before you even see the open door at the end of the hall.

It’s been 2 weeks and 2 days since Uvalde.

You don’t take your eyes from the door.

You can’t hear the kids in the cafeteria,
only the drone of a lawn mower.

The bottom edge of the door has caught the mat meant for wet feet,
meant to prevent kids from getting hurt.

You tug the door free and close it.

You know the security camera is watching
and think about the footage playing on the screens in the office.

Walking back, you see the doors near the cafeteria are open, too,
by maintenance men who are installing a new security system.

The cafeteria is a cacophony of conversation and laughter.
You compose your face as you enter

but think of green high tops.


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Poem

Falling in Love with my Two-Year-Old Grandson

Yes, the car is in the garage. 
Want to read Daniel Tiger?
Can I be your neighbor?  No,
Gramp’s not driving the car
right now.  We’ll go in the car
later. Want to play puzzles? 
Daddy’s working now.  No poop? 
Yes, poop.  Do you want me
to pick you up?  How about
graham crackers for snack? 
Mama’s working now. Yes,
your carseat is in the car.
Want to read Thomas the Train?
Your shoes are downstairs.
Yes, you can play with agua
in the back yard.  Can you
pour some agua on the plants?   
Pasta for lunch, mmmmmm. 
No nap?   Yes, nap.


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Poem

Christ Conscience

Over a trimmed porch

The flicking of lights

Between the stars

And one good tree

Wife body worn

Like a halo

 

Full moan dance

Full moan dance

 

There’s a few parts

In the holes of my hands

That feel like they could

Hold up your weighted

Past

 

The soul fed kiss

Love is all

Glittered in gold

Ankle deep at the

Edge of a cliff

A martyr of grass

Don’t try to hold on

Don’t try to slip

 

Breathing in

Christ conscience

 

Who are you?


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Poem

But Where Were the Bandits?

1.
To lay a trap
is not unique to human beings,
but we’re certainly the most vicious.
From the tree branch drug across the road
luring out naive motorist
to phone call scams that snare the unfamiliar,
men in vans with candy
to Bundy’s bad arm,
there seems to be no end to our ingenuity
when it comes to taking advantage of
and hurting others. 
After all, we’ve had centuries to practice
at perfect evil,
even going back to Biblical times.

2.
At seventeen miles long,
the Wadi Qelt Road
is the shortest connection between Jericho
and Jerusalem,
but it is also considered to be
one of the most dangerous roads in the world.
There’s a reason scholars believe it to be
David’s famous valley of the shadow of death.

Eons of rainfall floodwaters
have dotted the area with caves
and serpentine bends
offering plenty of hiding places
for thieves
and others who look to do harm
to those who needed to travel
this most important road.

Anyone in Biblical times would have known it. 
Few (besides the wicked ones)
would have felt comfortable there, peace
being something rarely found.
Nobody wanted to use it but many had to
and many lost lives and livelihoods there.
All of this made it
the perfect setting
for one of Jesus’ most famous parables.

3.
To me,
it one night struck me funny
while mourning the loss
of a community to support me
in all my mounting troubles,
leaving me
feeling like that beaten traveller,
that the place where Jesus taught,
broke bread, and was crucified
was connected to a city,
best known for walls tumbling down,
by a road that was essentially
evil incarnate.
Just a coincidence?
Divine logic?
It got my head spinning.

4.
I no longer think of the Good Samaritan Parable
as featuring a Priest and a Levite
walking by with averted eyes.
That’s what the people back then would understand.

If told today, those characters
could easily be replaced
by Thoughts and Prayers.

5.
But we know what the Samaritan did.
He saw a human being in need,
beaten, left to die
from injury and exposure
and his heart broke.
There was no continuing on with his journey yet,
no danger to be feared,
just a life to be saved,
potential trap to be braved

Because I imagine if you’re trying to load
a three-quarters dead man onto your donkey,
you’re not too focused on who might be sneaking up behind.
Your guard, your walls,
are completely dropped.

6.
So what are you willing to do
with the world in such need?
People are dying every day,
how might you be able
to slow that down?
Not just physical death
but people losing themselves,
can you be their tether?
After all, we are all called
to bear each other’s crosses,
(even if you don’t believe the concept
in quite those same terms)
think of a time where maybe you just needed one person.
Maybe you could be that one now.
Maybe you haven’t quite found your one,
so but all means,
let’s start figuring it out.

What sacrifice are you willing to make
when our children are dying?
Are you willing to call out a friend or a loved one
if evil pours out from tongue or deed?
Can you brave another’s demons
knowing they will come after you as an enemy
while you’re own demons are still prowl?
Maybe even,
our personal demons are really someone else’s to beat.

It’s a hard life, unpleasant.
You will get hurt, you will be the beaten traveller.
You will also pass the beaten traveller
and you will do both at the same time.
True character will shine in those moments.
What change do you want to see in the world?
Are you prepared to drop your every guard
if that’s what it takes in a moment
to save a life in some capacity?
Nobody said it was an easy balance to strike,
but look at the way things are going–
we are listing toward hell,
in need of brave souls to fight the tide of evil.
Are you able to commit yourself
to the fight?


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Poem

Chanticleer

                       A confused rooster
                 living too close to the sea
                  crows with every breeze

(Hey folks – I’m on vacation, keeping it brief, and please excuse my not reading yours for another week)


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taskmaster

summer hot presses into casita 
loud box fan rotates air as temps
hit one o four   shut east door

before morning sun burns   close  
south window and drape by ten    
slide west window and white curtain   

to block sun’s final baking rays   
open all at sundown   soon
luscious moonlit cool enters

necessity of forced breezes
overrides my desire
for silent desert peace