release

I open the door and release them
one by one

they come to the door and I watch them go
in pale December sun

and some of them are beautiful
and some of them are old
and some of them are ugly
some as cold as stone

and some of them are holy

[first posted Jan 3, 2016]

done with trees

two trees
they may be cedars
between the ridge and me
one is tall and straight
the other leaning slightly

I focus on the first
and breathe
accept the peace it brings

feel good
renewed
I stretch my arms
and then feel bad again

that’s meditation for you
what more can I say
it takes some time
I took the time
now I’m done with trees
for today

the apology

in a quiet park I met my mother
for an apology that never came
the girl I spoke to hardly knew me
but accepted my one just the same
I put her back upon her boat
blew a farewell kiss
and watched her vessel drift away
drift away in mist