Poor, Wayfarin’ Stranger: I Wonder as I Wander
December 24, 2013
I am a poor, wayfarin’ stranger
we all are
wondering as we wander
like Bedouins
herding our goats
We throw stones into dry caves
we hear the rattle of snakes
we find the Scroll
We are John in the desert >
baptizing
baptizing
preparing the Way
We follow the Way
down narrow streets of stone
past flat roofs where herbs grow
the marketplace
the cave
We come to Bethlehem
empty as the pots we have peered into
We look for the scroll
we find empty streets
empty mangers
empty inns
We Wait
We ponder
We wonder
Christmas Eve
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December 24, 2013
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December 24, 2013
Advent Gifts
December 21, 2013
Come they told me
On bended knee
Torn skin
Crawl
Run
Limp to the manger
The barn awaits
Like Bethseda
We linger on the edge
Ready to be carried
Touch hems
Diapers
Gilded wings
And Mary Kept
December 19, 2013
Mary didn’t give it all away
She kept some for herself
A dream
A sigh
The wisp of movement inside
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December 10, 2013
Cattails and Apron Strings
December 10, 2013
Adolescent kitty
Turns over my lamp during the night
I hear a thud
I remember two weeks ago
When you were young
And chased your tail
Now you chase my apron strings
Ornaments you’ve batted from the tree
Imaginary sightings only visible to the feline pupil
You stare at me
You claw my hand
You bite my skin
You scratch me
I tell you no
Remove you from the kitchen table
Know it’s futile
Sundays at Walmart
December 8, 2013
We worship between the Karo syrup and the pink fleece
Stuff clothing into shopping carts
Dodge 2x bodies in crowded aisles
Pray in line at registers
It is now our Sunday church
Roasted Potatoes and Bikers
December 7, 2013
Rosemary and olive oil coat the red potatoes
they are tucked into the oven
My new kitten
plays with the homemade ornament on the tree
Bikers gather at the clubhouse
soon we will feast
These rough men
daddies, lovers, husbands
almost all grow beards
their Harleys lined up
backed into spaces
I learn to hold on
to relax
to let go
to cuddle with my new man.