Trail Closed


The bridge isn’t sound
The one we traversed
A hundred times before
The sign is posted
We’ve been warned
And now a new path
Has been roughed in
One of soft mud
Tender earth
Virgin soil
We are sure to emerge muddy
Should we choose this
Over what we know
Our well worn
Unstable bridge
That one day
Is sure to give way
Under the weight
Of our stubbornness


Today is lavender
It is hovering between
Purple and gray
It is new information
Going to seed
In my flooded brain

Today is quiet confusion
A peaceful chaos
A jigsaw puzzle spread out
On New Year’s Day
Begin at the corners

Today is born new
With stale edges
We will soon slice away
When we find a moment
Safe for cutting

Today I think of him
How the unbelievable blue
Of his eyes
Held me
How he closed his laptop
And turned his body
Toward mine

Today we are aware
Of our drift
The movement shift
That is always present
Though so rarely perceived
Until we turn toward the shore
And discover we have moved
Hundreds of yards
And thousands of hours
From where we once were

Ode To The Mouse

Ode to the mouse
At the bottom of my recycling bin
It must have been the cold night
That stole your little life
Or was it the headfirst dive
You took inside
The hard plastic bin

Was there comfort for you
Curled against the weekly coupon circular
Did you chill inside your silvery grey fur
Until you could feel no more
Only God’s hand lifting you
To a sunny field
Full of wild grass
And cousins galore

As I stood
Shaking you from the bin
Into the English ivy you spilled
I held in my heart
A tiny prayer
For a rodent resurrection
Surely by spring
You will bloom
And climb with life
Within the divine ivy vine

But until then
Rest your tiny mouse feet
In peace
Free of the felines
Who prowl next-door