My daughter birthing her first baby, herself as a mother, and me as a grandmother.
FOR MY GRANDSON HUCK
This was written soon after my grandson’s birth. Have you ever had so much joy suddenly come into your life that you were afraid to hold it?
MY FARMERS' MARKET: 2009
Summertime 2009. This poem was written in a different time. My heart hurts at the enormity of ongoing greed, duplicity, violence, and hate, which has been revealed and multiplied since then. Take some sustenance from simple pleasures and connections recounted in this poem. They still exist in our country. They will help our hearts. They will help us stay juicy for the long task of freeing our nation and our people from deliberate enslavement.
RECOGNITIONS
How contact with a little being—a hummingbird connects you to the world. In times of grief and rage connections like this can bring solace and space for action.
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AN IRIS
A surprise.
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THE RIDER
An unexpected oneness with trees.
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A WOMANS JOY
Supporting a juicy spring.
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MORNING
A groggy mind can take you into different experiences.