Monday, October 22, 2018

This Morning

a grey
electric blanket
carries water
to us

Saturday, October 20, 2018

I found gold.


I found gold today,
just along the trail,
I followed for my walk.

I am rich!

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Tokens of My Humanity

my pride
my fears
my anxieties
my shoes
my house with locks
my car with locks and brakes
my clothes
my Sunday clothes (my tie)
my TV
my cell phone
my notebook
my camera

lettuce in my garden

my wife
my children
my grandchildren
my sisters
my friends

this list

and more

Monday, October 15, 2018

an open hand

Baileya multiradiata, Desert Marigold
an open hand
lets things go,
lets things come
receives blessings
gives them as well

I have enough
and more

I am enough
and more

Sunday, October 14, 2018

you grow where you are planted


























you grow where you are planted
endure the leaf miners
and the droughts and flash floods
and survive and thrive

Monday, October 8, 2018

what is made visible

What is inside me,
what I think,
what I feel,
what I am
is invisible,
only made partially visible
by what I say,
and what I do,
by what I create.

You may see
my mind
in my garden.

Friday, October 5, 2018

Thursday, October 4, 2018

a stone before me

I place a stone before me,
and wonder about its history,
its beginnings,
its formation and reformations,
in the earth,
and its origins before there was an earth.

I look at this stone
and wonder about the universe,
and gods and beings before me.

This stone existed before I was
and will exist long after I am.
It deserves my attention,
so I place this stone before me
and wonder...

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

perhaps there are visions ahead
























perhaps there are visions ahead
learning from the trees
to accept the winds
and the seasons
and still reach up into the sky
and crown ourselves in glory
perhaps the trees can share
their visions ahead

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Clouds Over Us


Clouds over us today,
clouds that do not belong to us
or this high desert,
clouds carried by a hurricane,
a gift of the ocean and the sun.

Clouds promise rain,
but have not yet.
Clouds sweeping away
the last memories of summer
from the earth and sky.

Sparrows chatter together
in the trees and bushes,
then hunt for seeds as one.
Is their excitement
created in the clouds?
Is it today
or the season?

I watch the clouds
covering us today
and wait for whatever
falls from the sky.