rogers

I read somewhere
that today is cardigan day
in honor of Mr. Rogers.
This is not a poem,
really,
but I adore Mr. Rogers –
with his cardigans and his sneakers
puppets and fish,
his opera and jazz,
his kindness,
and his radical message
of love of neighbor,
even neighbors with different
colors, nationalities, abilities.
That soft-spoken,
ungainly man
is my hero

and today I will wear a cardigan.

*Note: Image from Smithsonian Magazine

National Poetry Day

I thought all the national poetry business was in April, but I now understand national poetry day is today.  And I read it online, so it must be true (insert ironic glance).  Anyway, with that in mind I decided to post one.  So far it’s untitled.

Have you heard the song
the planets sing to one another?

Or felt the yearning
of seed for Earth
and Earth for seed?

Do you know the secret language
whispered between the roots
of the trees?

Does the moon call to you;
does she pull your heart with her
even as she turns her face?

Then
be still,
and pay attention!

Change

Summer
has grown heavy
and dropped from its stem.

The sun sleeps in
a little longer,
leaves the party a bit earlier.

Last night
felt almost like fall
while today is
crisp and sunny.

The leaves are still green
but a shade paler;
chlorophyll
begins to recede.

Time
to change.
Welcome back,
my dearest Autumn.

Bottled

If I could
I would buy
a bottle of confidence.
In fact
I’d take a case
and keep it
in the pantry.
Then as soon as I was
running low
I’d take out
another bottle
and set it
on the counter
where it would be
convenient,
ready to grab.
But confidence doesn’t
come in bottles.
That would be gin.
And it’s really not
the same thing
at all.

The Trouble with Time

I have trouble
with time.
It is constantly sneaking
away from me,
hiding in the folds of a book,
under a cup of coffee
or behind a daydream

Like a cat,
it stays just out of reach
until I turn my back.
Then it rubs against my legs
nearly tripping me up

Particles, sprinkled on the path,
crunch underfoot
Waves, crash into me
submerge me,
knocking me down

I cannot seem to manage
this time;
so forgive me
if I keep you waiting