Day 5 - 30 poems in 30 days

Polaris

 

Row toward Eden

through futile winds

across the seas.

 

No compass, no chart,

Polaris our skin

we draw to ourselves.

 

Luxurious hearts

keen in the night

moor in wild ports.

Day 4 - 30 poems in 30 days


When Words Fail

 

You are the red bandana

tied around my mouth,

so it can’t talk about hands,

yours and mine.

 

I am a dry fountain pen

thirsty for ink,

for morning and night,

for everywhere between.

 

We are rocks

tumbling in the riverbed,

smoothing ourselves

to lie in quiet in other laps.

 

Where will our feet land

after the days of rain,

after our daily bread,

after everyone else is gone?

Day 3 - 30 poems in 30 days


Small Bend In the Road – Unincorporated

 

Five days a week I drive the same highway

east in morning, west in evening

but today is Friday – I’m working from home

and I miss that speck on the map

named Thursday, West Virginia.

 

It’s just a building now,

pale green frames around

two windows and the door,

bright green awning across the

porch that spans the front.

 

A bench still waits

below the right window,

big boards beneath the left,

as if repairs are to be made,

as if this might someday be more.

 

What’s is like to always live in Thursday,

perpetually stuck in day five?

No Monday, Saturday, no day of rest,

always waiting for what is to come,

knowing only what was, is past.

 

Is there a lesson here?

Is this the birth of mindfulness,

of being in the present?

Is this where the guru of meditation
waits for each of us?