Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Breeze Through Ponderosas

Rush of Earth’s breath 
through her pine honeyed lungs.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Meditating With Zeeba

Kneeling on my zafu,
the cat who was terrified of us
creeps between my knees 
curls himself into a dozy circle.

Monday, August 27, 2012

At the Bottom of a Windowsill Jelly Jar

Vacant beetle carapace faded from
sepia and burnt sienna black
to golden burnt and raw sienna brown 
head gone, one rear leg at odd angles.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Listen Longer

Draw a straight line in the dark 
from this window out past 
the neighbor’s tinny radio
up the hill into the pines
where the great horned owl calls
still further out, a muted reply

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Mindful Hydration

From prayer position, breathing deep
my hands arc slowly into outstretched
upturned bowls pausing to receive,
slowly release the lung stretching breath
slowly arc through the hands returning.
When my hands touch I notice
wrinkled finger tips, tight dry palms.
The old cobalt blue bottle is warm 
against my lips, the sun sweetened water 
glurp glurp glurps onto my tongue and
slides down, slides down, slides down.
I replace the cork, reposition my feet
right by that knothole
left three boards over,
watch out for that splinter,
bend the knees.
Now.  Begin again. 

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Friday, August 10, 2012


A horse blowing, somewhere out of sight,
thub-thubity, thub-thubity of hooves
then dust and snapping twigs. A white mare
skitters through the trees and down the bank,
clatters splash-splash-splash across the ford,
gallops thub-thubity-thub-thubity
up the slope to the barn and neighs
like a steam engine coming into the station,
stands chewing, long stalk of hay dangling.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Looking Up From a Book

Idling in the garden swing I try
to twist my mind round Existentialism. 
Down near the creek a tawny doe grazes
between daises and stalks of yellow yarrow,
swish swish-swishing  her white tail.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Found Design

Long shampooed-out hairs
stuck to the shower wall tiles
in parallel curves like woodgrain
or topo lines on a map.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Dinner Time Sky

Flat bottomed clouds 
with mounded tops
like Grandma’s drop biscuits 
on a blue plate.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

There is a New Kid at Our House

He looks just like the other eleven year old,
the one that lived here last week,
but instead of whining about being bored
this kid pesters me for paying yard work.
He has already weeded the corner garden bed
taken up a career in invasive mint abatement
washed all the main floor windows
and cleared fallen twigs from the south yard.
So, today we dragged out the red gas mower
and commenced power tool training.
No sandals, put on your boots!
Gas goes here, check oil there, 
set the choke like this.
Hold down the red bar, 
grab the black tee handle
PULL! ... PULL! ...PULL!
OK, let me pull.
Pu...pu...PULL!  Brrraaaahhhhhhhhh!
The vibrations runs up both of our arms,
mine around him from behind,
I try not to step on his heels
as we stumble along together
him learning, me relearning,
to operate this growling, grass eating beast.
It’s really too heavy for him to push
but using the power drive to the wheels
makes it hard for him to control.
Back and forth and around in the heat
(thank goodness for the overcast!)
Once I do the fiddly bits you get 
in a country yard, 
odd shapes around woodpiles, 
parked snowmachines
flower beds and a huge trampoline,
he practices turning corners, 
emptying the grass bag
and overlapping swaths 
in the central rectangle.
Then, that’s enough. We quit.
Neither of us want to tackle the bits 
around the garden and back of the house.
We’ll leave the rest for the grown men.
I don’t want to discourage the new kid
but I’m thinking 
next summer will be soon enough
for him to try mastering the mower.
We’ll find other work for Mr. Motivated.  
It’s not like we are running out 
of weeds to pull!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Looking Up

Winding river of blue sky
flows between green banks
of elder boughs and lilac leaves.