Tree-Thinking
There are trees
Blues between the branches
Angled yellow lights
Slicing shadows
Day’s possibilities
At night,
The shadows, you know, will be longer
Sky’s light will change to silver
Trees will seem rougher
And the buildings,
Though they’re not
The night has
Possibilities
Remembering
Not the daytime but its own
C L Couch
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Tree Bark
Check, Please
It’s a lovely day outside
The sky could be a little bluer
I’ll have to ask when
Ordering tomorrow
And you, what would you like?
Maybe some rain
For thirsty fauna
Or something zephyrous,
A blessing in a breeze
And since it’s you, I’m happy
To be countermanded
Order what you
Think is best
C L Couch
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Fenton, Michigan, United States
Around
You should have a good day
You deserve it
If it’s not today,
Keep it
In your pocket
Or your bag
Then pick a day
To bring out when you need it
Saying to yourself,
This is a good day for me
And there should be enough
For someone else
Share it
If only a wish
For that one to have
A good day, too
C L Couch
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Morning Walk
I want a normal day so much
One with sunshine through the leaves
Pleasure in the shade
And also where it’s bright
I want a street to walk along
Houses, maybe businesses
Enough to make a neighborhood
I don’t expect a “Howdy, neighbor!”
But real people, living
Publicly, trying to do their best
Enough to hope that privately
Private things are being worked out
It doesn’t have to be my place
My home, my town
This might be only a morning long
But as a present thing, it would be grand
C L Couch
Floating Illusions
(title in the pile of stories to be read)
The confession of it is
That I’m glad to be here
And for the moment, for today
Don’t have to be
Nowhere else (I play with
the negative)
Or elsewhere
Even if it’s Christmas every day
The good parts
I’ll stay in my mortal place
Where time rolls
And I think I’m on the stepping stones
C L Couch
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Earthly-Minded
Ponder nothing
Take it as it comes
Pondering was yesterday
Then for an hour as a follow-up
Now is the time
For spirit to meet flesh
We have to do something mortal
And again
It’s time, and it’s the life we have
There might be a spark of
The divine
Not to forsake
But there’s the sun with
Outside colors
We must get started
There’s a road
It will not shine this way again
There was a sign
Or simply some hardheadedness
We’ve packed books
Paper and pen with which to write
Impressions
On adventuring
Time to go
The better things are waiting
It’s all right, it’s all still there
Please don’t be ready
A few things, sure
I don’t think we should wait that long
Ourselves
C L Couch
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Washington Square Park, New York, United States
Sun’s Already for a Break
(am I)
It’s later in the morning
Than I like to write
Pre-pre dawn is fine
But I was going through some
Things
Last night and couldn’t resist
A few more boxes first thing this
Morning—proof I don’t know how
To live
I found some old course papers
Kept a few, since I’ve discovered
Sometimes schools really want
To see such things
Kept some student work beside, because
It was good
I notice I’m breathing
A little more, now
Now I’ve had a chance to lift and sort
Keep and throw out
Pleased to have thrown out things
A few less boxes from the office
Or the office
Or the cubicle
I’m here now, and what I do is
Here for now
Well, I know
I’ll probably like the coffee
C L Couch
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Fall on Your Knees
A new and glorious morn
For no reason other than arriving
Nothing special
Meaning all things are
Look for saints outside,
Dodging puddles
Miracles in coffee cups
Epiphanies while
Sliding on coats and gloves
It’s the oddest day, today
For being normal
It’s stunning and spectacular
For no reason at all
Except for what it’s earned
In being here
C L Couch
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Attending Nuclei
The spirit of God
Moves across the water
In the bathtub, not because
It’s trivial but because
It’s everywhere
Breathing, laughing, cajoling
Cleaning
As a spirit of God should
Present at creation, making
Things happen, here
And there
Inside the tree but not the tree
Taking part in everything
That’s made
And with us when
We’re washing dishes
More water
Water and air, we need them
Nothing lives without them
Except maybe anerobic cells
That might still cry out
From time to time
For a sip
Adding a speaker to
The microscope to hear
For all the cells
For all the grocery lists
For prayer at breakfast
For flat tires and new children
New cells on everyone
Everything that every second frames
Here endeth not so much
A lesson;
Here starteth—starts–a
Day of days worth knowing
Because when we want,
We find
The day and knowing it
Astounding
C L Couch
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