She called and asked me what I was doing.
“Writing a poem about druids,” I replied.
“There’s a real money maker,” she dryly answered.
I laugh every time I think of it.
Money Maker
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Memories
The past, the present,
the future falling fast.
The now, the then,
the if, the how, the when–
of us, of them,
of me and sometimes you,
of her and him,
of whirlwinds painted blue.
Connection
Our languages, our symbols, markings, titles, initials, seals, stamps of approval, of entry, of rejection, of permission and expression exist with the brightest hope and the earnest desire to connect.
Evidence
Your tiny tracks
play hide and seek with the winter wind.
They appear before my own prints
and are swept away from behind, made invisible.
I wonder at the significance of this–
Picking you up, I climb the
steep steps slowly one by one.
Postcards from the Past
Written on the back:
Dear Gladys,
I am feeling better this morning. Hope you people are the same.
Will write again when in Watuka. Loving, Alva
If I were Gladys:
Dear Alva,
I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Everyone here is quite well.
How is Watuka? Really Alva, Watuka? What reason could you
have for traveling so far from home? Is it because of him?
Darling, you will have others in your life again.
Love will find you, don’t despair!
Honestly, I miss your direct disposition
and your lovely penmanship.
You always have a home here in Mt. Erie, Illinois.
Come back home to us sweetie. Loving, Gladys
Turn to Clear Vision
Sometimes it can be that easy.
Tasks
Catch a snowflake
Photograph postcards from the 1930’s
Re-read We Were An Island by Peter P. Blanchard III
Order chocolate tea
Watch the heron fly across the river
Make a thank you card
Light a sea salt candle
Thinking about the Geese
You were here before the houses were built.
Before the boats roared along the water,
before fishermen cast their lines out,
you swam along this river and called it home.
I envy your organization, your dedication,
your beauty and collected calm.
And I am sorry that we take so much from you,
so much for granted.
Recently Noted (and ignored)
No trespassing
No parking
No hippies allowed
No dogs allowed
No photography
No U-turn
Winter on the River
This monochromatic scene stares at me
for weeks on end in the deep winter.
And although I find it beautiful and serene,
what I wouldn’t do to see a ruby red poppy
jutting out defiantly from the snows.
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