A Poem Before Breakfast - by
before the door opens and the pony crashes in with hoof-dirt and flicky
/ muzzle. You ordered eggs and toast but Pony’s…
before the door opens and the pony crashes in with hoof-dirt and flicky
/ muzzle. You ordered eggs and toast but Pony’s…
End is in beginning;
/ And in beginning end:
/ Death is not loss, nor life winning;
/ But each and to each is friend.
/
/ The hands…
A day so happy.
/ Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
/ Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
/ There was no thing on…
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Like Loppy, our local river tramp
/ his cedar shack festooned with gar jaws,
/ snapping turtle shells. Wood-burning
/ stove, nurturing stew and tar…