I think this night
in lieu of sleep
I’ll lay awake and listen
to the rhythm
of the trip hammer …
it’s all about that bass …
because the knife maker
can’t sleep either
It’s unfortunate that
in just a few hours
I have to be on my game
the rest of the day
but fortunate
that I will be with people
familiar with the rules of the game
that I have to be on
after a sleepless night
Don’t leave me alone with
a lot of numbers to keep track of
or any paperwork to keep in order
but feel free to note
that my tag is sticking out
probably because my shirt
is on backwards ….
I’ll say something like
‘I wondered where those buttons went’
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 4:06 AM UTC
nightwatch
moon shadows
toss
moon tides
turn
what time is it
nightwatch
flip the pillow
tuck it here
tuck it there
nightwatch
creep quietly to the couch
to read until
night sounds conjur
a mystery . . .
images fade
welcome the dream
dogs barks
why do we have dogs
check the nightwatch
daybreak
sigh
what compells the day so quickly
when there has only been a
nightwatch
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
I find that I am afraid
yet you're the one who's flying.
The empty nest? A cavern.
No clue what to think; what to do.
How does one proceed?
What's the point of crying or trying
to hold a heart that's flown . . .
And that's the trouble;
your heart, my heart,
all the same if the truth is known.
But you're the one with wings
and you scare me with your fledgling flight.
I will be ok, but right now,
I am afraid of your height.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
Autumn, without Summer's knowledge or consent
Early this morning, under cover of fog, went
out tinting some flora; whispering, "Hurry!" to fauna,
For days of steaming in Summer's sauna
Are passing quickly, and Autumn's sweet brush of chill
Foretells piquant Fall colors and the need to fill
Pantries and jars and underground spaces
and caches with bounty from various places.
We're grateful this day for windows flung wide
And the cozy sweater for which we sighed,
For simmering cider and pumpkin displays,
All thanks to the Father who shortens the days.
And Autumn, if Summer catches hold of your sash
As you run toward the equinox in your mad dash
Just slip off your apron. That's what I would do
If I were the one racing toward 9/22.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC