Sunday, July 30, 2023

Composing a life

there are chords that belong together
one sliding into another, like G into C,
or G into E, I haven't studied the others yet,
only G, in the key of G.
It makes me wonder many paths 
never even considered, a lack of wisdom
and patience at my side
I composed alone, stumbling from
one dissonance to another, an occasional
harmonious sound, the steady click of 
knitting needles above me, a sweater
taking form.



Sunday, July 9, 2023

Just reach up, even if it's not perfect


She was fine with it, in her striped dress 
with the pink ribbon
So what if it wasn't the perfect floating orb
like our very own sun beaming down at us
that day, in the park
a moment ago, it was cloudy and chilly.
the long legged ballerina teacher
made everything look so easy, her toes
pointed as she instructed her small charges
in the park that day, where the sun was shininng,
where only a moment ago, clouds hung
low in the sky.