my list is long
I am spread thin
give me my phone
bring me some gin

For the Birds Around my House

The feeder I am,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit and sweetened water,
fills the feeder and the plate.

The house is flying
light and down,
dipping in water,
thrust of wings,
to a piccolo pitch
perched on an oak branch.

My life is not my own,
not my joy,
although it is a joy!
I am the feeder,
the woman who sings and brings
seeds, nuts and whole grain bread,
sometimes fruit and sweetened water,
fills the feeder and the plate.
I am here for them.

All morning
I draw
one Hosta leaf,
half-translucent in the sun,
a study of variation -
green and line,
curve and drape,
layers of light and shadow,
distance and measurement,
miracle in the minuscule.
I ignore all thoughts,
and the urge to give up being
thorough.
I draw till we're in conversation,
exchanging compliments,
arranging get-togethers,
sharing a cup of tea.

This morning I see sun swirling
though eyes are closed.
I tap my cell for today's poem.
"Paris Winter" is in my room.
I put words to memory before feet touch
the floor.
How would life change
if every morning this was ritual?
Instead of news
or mildly self torturing thoughts
we vaguely think along -
we memorize a poem
and float to get our coffee.
What do you say?
30 days to become a habit.
I'm in!

There is no such thing
as old,
only refreshing.

We have no idea
what a miracle is.
Giving and receiving blend
like paint on a shapless,
illusory, moving mural.
We have no idea
how there is no difference,
a nebula, minuscule -
a whisp of dust, immense -
what same is.
We have no idea
how everything we see
and everything we don't see
is one and one reason
to be infinitely grateful.
One miracle.
We have no idea
we are blessed
beyond imagining.

I wrote of a daily kiss,
all morning imagining
what it would be like
to kiss one person daily
for the rest of my life.
It was a morning perfectly spent,
living part of a life in four hours
and over 12,000 kisses.
I've had enough kissing
until tomorrow!