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All Things Bright

All Things Bright

 

To be prosaic about it, today is

the definition of a summer

day.

It’s hot (eighties), and it’s

dry.

The sky is pale blue, and scattered clouds

(cumulo-cirrus?) are flying high;

there is a faint breeze.

 

Just right for children

to be outside

playing.

Riding bikes, hanging out with friends

at the Soldiers and Sailors

Park.

Walking to the community pool

with sponsors,

swimming in the pool,

taking a breath

between adventures.

 

C L Couch

 

 

George Hodan

https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=190361&picture=sunshine-background

 

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Please Wait

Please Wait

 

Wait

I have something for you

It’s today

 

I don’t know if you need it

But please take it, anyway

No cost

All you have to do

Is wake a little

In barely an existential way

 

I don’t mean to pry or push

I didn’t bring the dawn

I’m only asking

For a little time

 

Go outside

Sponge up everything you can

You don’t have to return

But I’ll wait

In case

You do

 

It’s fine, I have a book to read

And I can put my life on hold a little

Because the time is worth it for

Discovery of meaning

And if you’ll have it

Maybe you’ll tell me

Maybe not

This is yours

All this is yours

It’s all for you

 

Redemption in small moments

Sometimes it’s the best

We get to have

An affirmation of a gift

From me to you

 

On behalf of

One who calls down the day

Each time

Until the last

When small becomes gargantuan

Each thing matters more

For being minor

 

Yes, I’m not a caller

Not a surrogate

Simply who gets to say, now and then

Yes, it’s all for you

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Yoshua Giri on Unsplash

 

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Giveth

Giveth

 

I’d rather write about how

The gift of God is

Given on this day in the first

Moment

It is the day itself and more

Opportunities in time

In a culture of newness

So that good things might grow

I know we think of cultures

(the kind in Petri dishes)

For disease

But we might also harvest and

Turn (as on a potter’s wheel)

Cures,

Once everything is studied

And we prudently co-try

Many things

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by PDPics from Pixabay

 

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Solacing

Solacing

 

I’m tired, but it’s the kind

Of tired that comes from sleeping for

A while,

Waking up and wondering what time it is

The clouds and unspring-cool help

This along

But it’s not unpleasant disorientation

I know I’ll rise

And this day will happen

 

Coffee and toast,

The closest thing to routine

It seems allowed

A normal day, what’s that?

I couldn’t tell you

I don’t fear boredom but

I fear being dull

Like the poor boy Jack

 

Life should have sharp edges not

For cutting but for

Carving toward brilliance

As if whittling wood could

Somehow make a diamond

 

Nature says hello

Me, too

I hope we both cooperate

I’d like you to have this day as well

 

C L Couch

 

 

(smoky diamond, public domain)

 

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I Am Born Each Day

I Am Born Each Day

(so are you)

 

I don’t know what to write about

Today

Do you?

If so, please tell me

Write me

Hah!

 

Sometimes I get confused when I awake

If it took a while, the sleep world

To enter,

Then I’ll struggle upon leaving

That happened this morning

Where I was is where I thought I am

 

When making worlds, there is clothing

To consider

What kind of food, what kind of time

To have in there

Today, morning light

The real thing

Broke in

Overtaking everything

Painting the dream away

I faced a blank wall

I guess I’ll have to use my own materials

To make a work of it

It’s bright outside

There is good help available

I simply have to turn, take up a brush to try

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

 

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Hump Day

Hump Day

(be nice)

 

One term

Fall term, I think

There was a student

Amanda

Who came into class each Wednesday

Declaring it was hump day,

Which was a good thing for her

(declaring it, and it being Wednesday)

 

In a fifteen-week semester, most of

Another week was done

I imagine in all our versions of work weeks,

We can relate

 

Amanda, then, would help us understand

Wednesday to be both an arch day

And a day between

(good work, Amanda)

On either side the keystone lay

Half the week

Even one weekend day on either side

If we accede, traditionally,

Sunday as the first day

 

We learn that there is symmetry

We learn that there is none

And there is virtue,

Even wider goodness

In each way

 

But here’s something cleanly halved

With a marker in its place

Unevenness is fine

But in the middle of each week

We may enjoy appreciable halves

In the count of days

 

I write Thursday, by the way, which means

The second half of the week is

Sliding into weekend

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Wilson44691 – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=15414176

Dromedaries in the Negev

 

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Odd Gratitude

Odd Gratitude

 

The weight is in my eyes

Just over my lungs

Inside the muscles

Pressing on the bones

Everything moves, anyway

Fingers, hands

Knees stretch

I blink, swallow, turn my neck

To see what’s what

 

The day’s ahead, and I’m

Thankful

Surprised?  Shouldn’t be

Life is nearly always worth it

And always, really

There’s torture in the world,

Which must challenge the price

To pay

 

But this is being tired

Really tired

And there’s pain

Though not enough

To wreck the odds

Of there being maybe many

Good things ahead

 

C L Couch

 

 

Gratitude Stones

https://www.firefliesandmudpies.com/gratitude-stones/

http://www.yessafechoices.org/parents/character-education-corner/gratitude

 

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The Start of Day

The Start of Day

 

You give this to me, Lord

These hours and these days

I don’t want to waste them

And I don’t want the world to

Define waste for me

 

It is wasteful and so earns

Skepticism regarding definitions

Careless with money

Food (forty percent in the USA)

Relationships

With nature and each other

 

Yes, I’m of the world, too

And so don’t escape conviction

But there is a conviction

And conviction

We can do better

I can

 

How does it begin—why,

I think with wasting time

 

Being still,

At rest and listening

Tempering what I hear with

The community I trust

So many things start right

This way

 

The Pietists had it right

Listen for revelation

It will come

It won’t be crazy

If it is,

Your good friends will tell you

Then listen to them

 

C L Couch

 

 

A clear description of Pietism is found in Understanding Pietism by Dale W. Brown.

 

(image)

http://www.photogen.com/free-photos/free-stock-photo-564/

Photogen.com

 

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An Eighth Day

An Eighth Day

 

If we were given

an extra day,

would we play?

 

It if were announced,

a day that wouldn’t count

for acquisition,

a gift of food and air

and water,

a day when no one could

wage war

or victimize another,

would we play?

 

Would some say

not me,

I’m too urgent,

I have to impress,

nature to command,

so many things to hoard

and wielding bellicose conversation,

I will not play.

 

Well, go home, then.  You may

have a room in which to

exist; nothing

will work, and there will be

no toys.

 

Angels will referee, if need be,

though mainly they’ll be waiting

by the fields, near the water,

at the table in the

houses that have

family rooms

 

to help, to pass out balls and

gloves and discs that fly,

to spread out the board, play-cash,

and tokens

while everyone gets the piece

they want to play.

 

Everyone gets chosen

everyone feels first

everyone gets a turn;

agendas are released

and for a change, all genders

and colors are assets like

winning extra turns.

 

The cosmos will keep quiet,

slide over to tomorrow.

When it’s time, we’ll catch up fine.

After our eighth day

for play.

 

C L Couch

 

 

Nyla Moss, an eighth grader at Polaris Charter Academy, plays at Kells Park in Chicago’s West Humboldt Park neighborhood.

Andrew Gill/WBEZ

For West Side Students, Playing Outside Is Protesting Against Gun Violence

Linda Lutton

May 26, 2017

https://www.wbez.org/shows/wbez-news/for-west-side-students-playing-outside-is-protesting-against-gun-violence/3f7a4cb7-ec1c-4cc4-817e-3ee5e5ca865a

 

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