Circles in the Blue
May 20, 2024
My eyes follow the high circle as if
I am in first grade
Not a triangle, a square
even an ellipse
but a perfect circle in the blue
so tiny I can hardly make it out
yet it’s familiar
Once I was a hawk in my dream
circling in blue
but seeing green
higher and higher I climbed
wings curved and tethered
to the updraft
I need an updraft
a way to fly on wings
Emerge
May 15, 2024
Like a swimmer, cap on, goggles
dives in the pool for laps
the resin coated paper
invisible image
dives into developer
and the process begins
Keen eyes
watch the timer and the paper
as it swims around the bin
rocks gently in a bath of chemicals
begins to take form
In a split second it is time
the paper is pressed into the pool of stop
just as it finishes development
The photographer is both artist and chemist
Mixing both to create a painting in light
the laps are over
Vodka Seltzer
May 12, 2024
It smooths bumps and aches
slides down like medicine
to take the pain away
I drink on the porch
Hope the can will do it
Make me well
On Being a Mother
May 12, 2024
It isn’t the diapers
it’s the tears
a hug from a young adult
who has been heart hurt
a divorce which damaged
the strain of a cross country run
and learning to snow board
cheeks red with exhaustion
they’re my babies
always have been
always will be
Beginnings
May 12, 2024
I choose a variegated blue yarn
wind it on the wooden needle
and wait
Beginnings are hard
inertia reigns
the yarn remains in a tight ball
Was it hard for The Christ
flying over water
who is and was God?
Dipping like a plover
wings outstretched like an osprey
Fish to catch
Throw our your nets
and witness the heavy return
Fish to cook for breakfast
a command to be fishers of men
once, we had nothing to eat but beans
I longed for mountain trout to feed my babies
Along came a neighbor
Who knocked on our door
with a string of fish
colored like a rainbow
as gift
I cooked
We enjoyed
Jesus, where is that fish now?
that miracle?
Chloe
May 10, 2024
Chloe, camouflaged in a white afghan
is silent
her nose black
smelling the time of day
her eyes covered by long bangs
She is my charge and my companion for three days
a quiet, gentle host
Writers Write
May 9, 2024
I grumble to myself in prayer.
Like children on the playground
I scream
my stomach tumbles
I am empty and dead
still, I know writers write.
so I will, by God
I’ll write anything
and not judge
but move forward in trust and longing
Easter
April 1, 2024
What is it, Mama
a child asks at Seder
the Jewish children question the manna
I’m not certain says Mama
could be baskets with grass
a new bonnet or frock
a man on a cross
a woman and her perfume
All I know is we rise with the chickens
get our feet wet in the dew
and traipse to the cemetery
where Jesus appears as we sing I come to the garden alone
What is Easter
I don’t know
Do you?
Caroline Emerges Like a Vibrant Color Print
February 24, 2024
She arrived powerful as horses’ hooves
sweet like a red Valentine
her hair down her back
her arms and legs lanky
posture perfect
she runs
and runs and runs
and as she runs
she turns another year older
emerging like a vibrant color print
in the darkroom developer
a Leader
A Queen
A wee little force
Today, tears fill my eyes
My Caroline is Almost Eight!!!
Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday
February 14, 2024
How could Cupid’s Arrow
pierce Christ’s hands?
but it did
it does
over and over
Christ Loves!