Monthly Archives: April 2012

Talking about Thunder with Dad

Talking about Thunder with Dad

as he drives across Wyoming

and I drive home from work,

he tells me about being able to see

storm clouds fifty miles away.

His voice crescendos as he describes

rain sheeting down, sky turning

grey then white then purple.

Yes, I say, yes, and I wish

we could have this

conversation for hours

because he sounds more alive

than he has

in a very long time.

Dual Citizenship

Dual Citizenship

Monday morning shower

to wash away the weekend,

prepare for return to civilization.


Water rushes over dirt-stained knees,

coloring white bathtub brown,

muddy memory of crawling through jungles.


Shampoo scrubs out twigs, leaves,

sticky remnants of swinging through trees.


Facial cleanser exfoliates away two oily days,

slippery shadow of leaping through forests.


Fingernails rid each other of grimy substance,

one by one, deleting evidence,

gritty proof of hanging from cliffs.


Razor trims stubbly growth,

prickly artifact of primitive communion.


Steam clears filthy pores,

stubborn memorabilia from earth’s damp bed.


Soap foams across glowing limbs,

fading sun’s colorful embrace,

a hangover from drinking too much sky.


Towel wipes away wet drops,

leaving me dry, squeaky clean,

a restless, reluctant participant

in this long, tame week.

Today’s Lesson

Today’s Lesson

Underneath a cloudless, windless sky

afternoon sun cloaks me in heat,

birds chatter, insects hum,

seedlings emerge, flowers explode into color.

Seems silly to contemplate

the last frost still to come.


Surely the earth feels this too,

cherishes the warming and swelling of her skin,

the life beginning to venture forth,

emboldened by the seduction of a sunlit, blue suitor,

but cautious that winter may not have left the premises.


Nature possesses the wisdom, the patience I may never achieve

as she acknowledges the gentle memory of so many seasons past,

enjoying this day for what it is, but not leaping to conclusions,

knowing the greater order of this world in a way I never will.


I try to be the pupil who will make her proud,

not taking any part of today for granted.

Yoga Class

Yoga Class

Nine women displaying




with each pose.


Nine women exchanging




with each breath.


Nine women releasing




with each drop of sweat.


Nine women embracing




with each moment.