Cedars and pines

(2017)

Each train whistle
calls to you, and I know
wherever you travel
you hear them
as far as the eye can see
reminding you
that you are not alone
on this earth

Every rail’s rattle and hum
asking if you are ready
to take the next step
outward
every bud on the trees, silent
knowing that this is life
and you can grab it
with both hands

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I traveled far
to find us
again
avoiding nothing
not even rope bridges
gold rings
or mountain paths
collecting clues
to a tune
that the wind kept humming
into my ears

Monday Random: technology

• The sun was out about half the day and that was nice
• I made homemade macaroni-and-cheese with leftover ham in it
• I spent an inordinate time trying to sort out Kindle
• First I could not delete books when I wanted to
• then I found all the books I had ordered and never received sitting in a file that said they had to be ‘delivered’
• So that was something I accomplished that worked

I feel unsteady

these days
not the metaphysical bit
of the mind off kilter

but the way you did not expect of me
toddling over ice and snow
in fear of falling

no longer dancing lightly up and down steps
my skirt brushing my ankles
daring me to try it

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bending with the wind they do not break
strong, like my children
they are stalwart
enduring, their colours remain
long after first frost