The child in me plays on the lawn
Running freely, skipping, jumping high
Rolling around in cool green blades
I stop….and gaze intently at the bug
Something new, it moves funny!
Darting in and out of my sight
Now hidden from me I look even closer
Down deeper I part through the wilderness
I see canyons and valleys and ridges
This must be a hidden forest
What wild things run through here?
Will I find all the animals I love?
There is even more than that!
Gazeebles and boggles and elps
Fascination, amazement and creation
World upon world upon world
Deeper, even deeper I plunge through
An explorer of brave heart and soul
I’ve never been to this part before
Let’s go see what diamonds await
Look over here! Look over there!
Great excitement about such discovery!
I am brimming with all that I find!
Look at my wonderful private world
(pause)
I never left home
I’ve always been here
But by looking deeper
Ever more dear I hold this place
I wrote this while watching children playing on the lawn at Lake George, running from the teepee to explore with the circus performers from Cirque de Soleil. They were joyous and playful, and I remembered what it was like when I was in my own back yard exploring. As I wrote, it was with great joy in myself I realized I was writing about discovering what is inside me, I never have to leave to find amazement. Laurie dozing next to me in a rocking chair on the lodge porch, 9/07
I drift alone at sea
Waves lap my boat
Fall into slumber
Sounds resonant strong
Vastness lulls me
Eons of distance
Haunting, strange, unknown
Where can I reach?
Reflections of surface
Liquid images move
Thoughts crest atop
Sliding quickly away
Past, present future
Shimmer my mind
Darting, hiding, melting
Moistening my eyes
Long moments ripple
Stretch into distance
Where I exist
Reaches everywhere
Alone I am
In my boat
An ocean of world
At my fingertips
Thoughts deep inside
Slowly come awake
Open my eyes
To see ahead
Listening to the rain, thinking about where I am going with my life. At the farm, alone, 9/07
Nothing fills me.
I try to suck it in till it
seeps over the brim,
but always a shadow of
emptiness remains. A doubt
which grows into the gnawing
hunger once again.
I do it with you too, you know.
I smell and taste the sweet sick
of decay and discard our
embraces like so many
candy wrappers.
Still, nothing fills me.
My heart is winding down.
Inauguration
A welcome poem to welcome home
all you who've been away;
whether here for fun, or here for quite
another reason say,
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