Saturday, May 16, 2015


I am so done with 
Tall men 

Always having to look up 
To them 

And they always think 
They are -

Things I hang at the "right" height 
They -
Run into

I am jealous -
They can reach 
The rest of us 

They don't even apologize 
For their tallness 
They just stand up straight 
Walk away 

Off on some tall errand 
Of their own 
The rest of us 
Will never comprehend 

If there are "aliens among us" 
It's probably 

But they seem to have 
A soft side 
Too -

A big tall heart 
Beating within 
The large chest
I'm looking at 
I'm trying to dance 

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Day

Mother's Day 
What can I say 
Not all mothers 
Were really cut out for it 

But back then 
That was it -
No other choice 
But to be 
And not a member 
     Of it -
The greater society 
The wanna be 

Now I hope 
More choices are 

Roles not so 
Cast in 

Now I hope 
People realize 
Open heart 
Open mind 
Being kind 

Much better than 
Trying to keep up 
     With someone named Jones
Who didn't really care 

The old days 
Not so good 
In many ways 

Open mind 
Open heart 

Carve it out 
Find your path 
Find your way 
Your own 
     Sacred path 

Friday, May 8, 2015

Running Things

I decided to give up 
Some of my 
Campaign -
Some of my insistence 
That all things adhere
To my 
- my plan 
- my way 

Just some. Not all -

Just an experiment 
     In freedom 
Maybe I'm not 
     Running things 
After all 

Maybe some things 
Take care of themselves 
And not bother me 
     At all 
The drought 
Is a case 
     In point -
The garden gets by 
On much less 
There will be more gravel 
Fewer flowers 
Things change
The flowers that remain 
Looking all the more 
And joyfull 
In the sun 

I have fewer years left 
And I'd rather not 
Take myself seriously 
I invent some new project 
Which -
I discover -
Doesn't have to 
Be done 

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


Looking through old photos 
Wishing I could go back 
     In time 
And tell myself 
Lighten Up !!

Be thankful for what you have -
A younger self 
Hope and strength 

I always thought there 
Would be more 
There was something 
     I was going for
This and that 
Perfect bit of existence 
Would be mine 
     Give it time 

I had a sense of 
And longing for 
And always wondered why 
It all seemed so uphill 
And inflationary 

By the time we've got 
The money saved 
It costs more 

And there's no end to it 

I thought there'd be 
A light 
At the end of the tunnel 

Now I see 
There's just more tunnel 

With some light   Yes 
But the tunnel closes in 
And darkness begins to 
Friends of friends 
Pass away 
Have memorial services
Celebrate a life 
Well lived 

What have I done with mine 
How have I spent 
My time 

What choice did I have 
But to work and save 
Be the capitalist 
And glad to have 
A job 
Or three 

Why give us dreams ?
Joyful wishes -
And then 
Make sure they 
Can't come true . . .

But now I know a secret 
It's been a lifetime 
To learn 

There is another direction 
Where it all rings true 
There is an inner wonder 
A connection 
More important than 
Perfection in 
Material things 

Monday, May 4, 2015


Waiting for the rain. 
Waiting for the stock market to fall 
Waiting for me 
To get off of this couch 
And make some coffee

Waiting for an 
     Attitude change
Wanting this slight headache 
To turn into joy 


There is a dancing lesson 
At which time 
I will have to 
Forget myself 
And try hard to 
Remember steps 

Oh yawn 
Great and generous 

I take myself too seriously 
Or not 
     Seriously enough
I have begun 
     Not to care

But not enough!