At Once
There are lots of things that I can do,but really shouldn’t do at once.For instance, it would not be shrewdto brush my teeth while I eat lunch.
Progress
Some progress seems to happen byjust keeping up with time.Some progress must be built from wreckagetime has left behind.
It’s Been Half a Year
It’s been half a year,and I’m still writing here,although not as often.My schedule seems to soften.Now two weeks without poems,you’re wondering if I’m home.Yes, I’ve been here enough–just doing other stuff.
“Your Baby’s First Year”
“Your Baby’s First Year,”and some cover artremind me–– it’s almost gone!And it breaks my heart.
Out of Place and Time
A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Where do I put the bag of baby clothes I washed and folded and packed and labeled the day before we heard about their miscarriage? There is no place for that. … Continued
Tomorrow’s Eyes
How can I look straight into my child’s eyes and think about my work, my plans? Is it because I think “Oh, you’ll still be here tomorrow.” Life is too fast. I hold her fast to my shoulder and look … Continued
In These Two Weeks
In these two weeks since I have written,the first warm days of spring have come,and we have spent no little timemaking up for lack of sun.And we have talked until we’ve foundwhere our sameness endsand then we’ve talked until we’ve … Continued
But a Man That Old
All paint will chip,all shingles will peal,all siding will rot,but your bones will heal.And even whenyou’re getting oldyou won’t be coveredin mushrooms or mold.All driveways will crumble,all stairs will creak,but a man that oldwill have wisdom to speak.