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Work in Progress Process

 

Blank page awaits

No, it doesn’t wait on me—it’s a

Blank page

It doesn’t do anything

 

But I do

When inspired

Wait—must I wait for that?

 

It’s a process, you know

Discovery and meaning

I might not have just now

 

I might have them later

When in composing

Something happens

 

It’s here—hang on, it’s

Coming

On the way, I’m sure

 

And maybe with regret

I’m late waiting for Godot

The sun sets on my day

 

But wait—the

Breath of day is ending

Yet exhale and breathing-in of

Night is more inspiring!

 

 

(Waiting for Godot, a play by Samuel Beckett)

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First of May

First of May

 

First of May

Ancient practices

Now with modern meaning

 

One of Saint Joseph’s days

This day for the worker

Come to celebration for

Soviet Christians

 

So that May Day, a state’s

Day of recognition in the USSR

Could be marked as a special

Day while religion was

Beneath the surface, and

The believer required a

Spiritual reason

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Lyric about Leaving

Lyric about Leaving

(on, frankly, overhearing the first line

in conversation)

 

Don’t ever go away

But we go away, when we must

I don’t like it, either

 

If I move, it doesn’t mean

I feel your leaving less, your

Presence in my life leaving

Now

 

The only joy in leaving is

Return

 

I go to strangers, so why would

I want to stay

 

I’ll come back, and maybe

You’ll return to me, too

I know it can happen if in

Uncertain ways

 

I hope my will and yours are

Of one mind in which calm

Love takes over when together

From the day

 

From the day

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Before

Before

 

In the still of day

When there is light but

Otherwise no other

Thing intrudes

 

Before I turn on the tube

(Yes, tube)

Or warm up the computer

Before I am reminded

What there is to do

 

I cease all preparations

To brake and break

(Both kinds)

With all

 

Rather to wonder

What might occur today,

Totally unexpected

 

Certainly not planned

 

A surprise

Delightful or disturbing

I won’t know

 

But I know what I’d

Choose for something

Or someone, new or

Anew, to come into

My world

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Journaling at the Start of 5 February

Journaling at the Start of 5 February

Added coffee to the canister. Drank from a
Mouthwash bottle nearly empty with a full one
Beside. Same with toothpaste, when it’s time.
These small abundances matter much.

It’s a bunch of days. So the television tells me.
Something to do with weather, with a kind of
Food, and with the heart. Maybe something pre-
Valentine’s. I slept five or six hours, which is not
Enough. I slept under a throw, which is not enough
Though better than a blanket making me too hot.

Too hot in winter. (In a cold-winter clime.) That
Should be a blessing.

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Psalm 25, a song of after-celebration

Psalm 25
a song of after-celebration

It’s not Sunday, no
Official day of rest

But unofficially we
At home are done with
Formal celebration

Unusually fine food,
Goods in boxes wrapped
Just-so, paper, sticky
Tape, silk ribbons—all
Now vestiges

All the tries at sweeping
Up glitter and confetti,
Finished for a time

(Glitter on a surface
Somewhere, somewhen,
A sparkling moment of
Quiet surprise to come)

Cups are filled with
Plain coffee now

The dogs and other
Pets are tired, next
To us and at peace

We enjoy a holiday
Without the holiday

Happy and less-sated,
Gazing at our decorations
Also now at rest

Sipping our hot morning
Drinks (or cool), looking
Out glass panels upon a
Sun-lit, dampened yard

Lord, please pardon, if this
Is for us the better
Holiday after-day

 

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Psalm 24, a song of in-between

Psalm 24
a song of in-between

What do we do on an in-between
Day? How might we please
You, Lord, on this kind of day?

If we do small things—speak
More softly and with civility
To those we know and those
Whom we encounter;

If we see the grey wash of
Sky and appreciate that it
Is not a sky of harsher conflict;

If we enjoy the colors, textures
That we have (even awash) and
Simple meals within our means

To have three times—post-dawn,
At midday, and again in twilight;

If we choose to look at harmony
And listen to the view—if

We accomplish these diminutive
Tasks, maybe without thinking,
Might we still please you? We

Do hope so and so we pledge,
Even if all around us is
An indifferent age

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