Category: Photography

Man made — small stone

The steam chugging
Out this plastic pig’s
Ears isn’t
Natural isn’t right
A man-made atrocity
At the foot of my
Bed. What else can
Be said of this
Little piggy?

— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”

Dogs are the best — small stone

Dogs are the best
At saying “I’ve got
All I need thanks”
Lounging in the
Hardwood sun.
Although they’ll gladly
Get up for

— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”

Two logs – small stone

Two logs from
Different trees lay
Across each other
Above the pile of ash.
One blue flame,
One heat

— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”

No Point in Being Mad

No point in being mad at the
Lilypad. It has no idea what it is doing.

It’s not her fault she grows up
Out of the water, surrounding herself.

No point getting bent out of shape when you
Notice you are stuck there.

On that beautiful island, staring into the
Not too distant forest, trees obscured.

Now I’m ready to catch my dinner and after that,
I’ll just hang out, shredding this blame.

It’s not the lilypad’s problem. It’s not the
Fault of unreachable sky, or aloof forest

Or even the placid pond’s coldness. No one else
Owns this greenness,

But me
And the air right here.

To the Repair Station

A mother repairs toys for her children

Those afternoon hours seem as if they should be endless.
Miles and miles to fill before dinner and dad.
We drop our bags on the bench, and
We set our feet free, and I don’t have to say
Go play
Anymore to them, like I once did (they were
Uncertain of ‘what’s next?’ for years). Then
We all stare into the cupboard for awhile–
That takes time. The deciding and the eating,
And the crumb campaign too. Then they
Disappear into next-room neverland.

Meanwhile, I am
Afternooning, which is to say my mind has taken
Off on walkabout between defrosting dinner and
Facebook and unpiling the stack of papers over
There. And if I stop moving, I’ll be
Dragged by a frantic little lady and her
Plastic dog to the
Repair station for emergency
Battery-dectomy and tulle stitches.
Tomorrow someone will ask me how
Our summer went, and tonight I’ll
Try to fall to sleep and startle to
A parade of should-have-dones and
I’ll have to patch together
The reminder of one
Beautiful day.