Sail in Sunday Tranquil day Spirit rests Less to say Sail in Sunday Quiet times Solace soothes Peace of mind Prayers whisper Gazillion concerns Solitude strengthens Lessons learned Sail in Sunday Filtering light Sail in Sunday All is all right Sail in Sunday Again and again Light’s the need Amen and Amen
With splash and speed, an osprey grabs his fish aerating the water. Rushes tremble and a spider plucks her glistening string among their wild leaves. The moment throbs vibrating in this key of cool, of green, of granting. Somewhere else with grace and sprung legs gripping the heat a brown hare […]
Note: This was written over a decade ago. Mandevilla Magic in May— “There’s a lil’ sunshine in there!” –ctl, age 4 (My son’s quote when he was 4; he’s 21 years old now.) It’s May. Ah, yes, it sounds magical, doesn’t it? You’d better believe it does to […]
Who’s Teaching? If I’m teaching you, and you’re teaching me, who’s really teaching? Who? If you’re teaching me, and I’m teaching you, who’s imparting knowledge really? In this circle of learning day in and day out, with me, with you, who’s really teaching? Who?
2 AM and channel 5 and 102 collide. Nurses put ice packs under your arms. A woman’s voice sells youth, 10 years backward if you buy. Blood glucose 45. Blood pressure dives under the bed. For 1 minute I want to hide there, too. Closed eyes frighten. A wall clock ticks in the mind. Miracle […]
She saved the throbbing snake on her forehead just for me. It took energy to scream like an off-key piano. She played that music often. The handprints she put her whole body into were small and lovely on my face, delicate in the tracing outline, blood filling white sting slowly with color. My sisters were […]
Poetry An accepting place Holding each emotion in check when I cannot fathom all this world whirls We turn World turns We turn World turns Me Poetry In a dance All our own Another? Shall we dance? Yes. Another.
Pocket more peace Juggle more joy Share more laughs and grins Love my loved ones to the hilt Say Thank You for days I’m in
I’ll invent our fortunes, spin them from my own skin Jeannine Hall Gailey My sister is fox with the moon burnishing her hair to a metallic shine, and her three tails wearing thread loosened from a spider’s web as she stalks the forest smelling a chimney’s breath, the damp green of […]
IV wires commune with veins, keep you stable, change all plans. The nurse takes blood while I pace. The color fades from your face, makes me imagine she’s taking it all. A picture hangs in the hall. People stroll the McNeely Conservatory, frozen in time, absorbing the lush of the green, the calm water that […]
