Remember when we used to walk the same old streets but farther?
We had the lovely feeling that our world was getting larger.
Around each bend was something we had never seen before
and we’d get home so tired for we always wanted more.
After Running Around the World
After running around the world
for the past few years
like a chicken with its head cut off
I’ve discovered
I still have a brain stem.
I can stop flapping; I don’t need to tread water.
I can start walking
as soon as I clear a path through this room.
Poems About the Rain
I’ve run out of small talk.
These words are just answers to “How are you?”
Shall we talk about my soul,
my spirit and my secret list of things to do?
This is the internet–
one small step away from public domain.
So, how’s the weather?
Looks like we’ll be having more poems about the rain.
Just a Day Behind
It often seems that I’m
just a day behind.
(Or sometimes two or three–
but who’s counting? Nope, not me.)
If I put “get behind”
on a list of mine
and didn’t get it done
could I catch up for once?
Jail
Some people try to go to jail just so they can freeload.
I’ve heard of that, and I’m sure it’s rarely true.
Rare because, although we all hate to be busy,
in jail we’d make escape plans just for something to do.
Human Hearts
Human hearts can be so gross
and yet it’s human hearts I treasure most.
This Christmas, I just want to hold you close.
All I want to do is hold you close.
Get Up and Go
Our baby’s always on the move.
She wants to get up and go
but no place is safe for her.
We watch the news and want to move,
to leave, to get up and go
to someplace other than earth.