Monthly Archives: July 2012

Catch Her If You Can

Catch Her If You Can

Inspiration, that elusive nymph,

will play with you, peeking

out from shapes between clouds

to tease and tempt, before sneaking

into the lilies’ golden throats

where she hides, eventually

becoming the glint in the moon’s

sly smile until dawn when she dares

you to spy her in the birds’

crowded carnival, and then

just when you think you

have found her, she transforms

into rain’s silvery scent

until you try to capture

her with cork and bottle,

at which point she becomes

just tired, nestling into

your breast pocket where

she knows you do not

have the imagination

to look for her.

I Rear-Ended Grace Today

I Rear-Ended Grace Today

which might be cute and even

a little funny if only grace was


merely a metaphysical principle

or a way to handle things, and not


a 53-year-old woman on her way

to work.  I rear-ended Grace today,


got distracted by the radio,

couldn’t hit the brakes in time.


You might think that rear-ending

Grace would result in an explosion


of elegance or a shower of

redemption, but all I got from it was


a smashed bumper, a thumping heart,

and an increased premium. I rear-ended


Grace today, a reminder to pay more

attention to everything, especially grace.

Some Instructions for Surrender

Some Instructions for Surrender

Because there is no protocol for spending

what may be your last days

with the aging dog you’ve been petsitting

for the past four years,

you may feel awkward

and even a little self-conscious

staring into those cloudy eyes

while your heart urges your clumsy body

to lie down beside her, nestling your head

into the fatty tumors on her torso.


Once you succumb to this primitive nudge

you will be so glad you did.

Her crippled body will welcome you

while her tail becomes a pendulum of gratitude.

She may lick your face or arm, appreciation

for your plunge into fear of loss.


You will need to tell your mind

to let go of anything

that may dilute this experience.

Just be with her,

letting her know how much she means to you,

how even though taking care of her disrupts

your routine and adds

to an already long list of obligations,

you were always glad to do it and would have

done it even if you weren’t getting paid.


Lay there as long as you need to,

giving and receiving.

Stand up when you’re ready–you’ll know–

and go back to watering plants

while she dozes and twitches,

both of you smiling,


Fishing Lesson

Fishing Lesson

You taught me about stoneflies,

the swarming precision

of propagation,

their careful adherence

to principles of evolution.


You showed me nymphs

emerging from adobe huts

on stones underwater,

midges waiting for wings,

pods of eggs nestled under algae,

a biology lecture with props.


You pointed out the riffles

where the fattest fish feast,

and we studied which insects

tempted them most, strategized

the angles we should cast.


But it was you, so alive,

so drunk on wonder,

leaping from rock to rock,

splashing in enthusiasm

that taught me everything

I really needed to know.