You wear the sweater she gave you.
You say it’s to prove you are not held by the past.
This dark blue terry fits you just right.
A sentimental memory of hers,
worn with a first kiss over a foreign sea.
This was given in deep commitment
to the forever friendship she believed she shared with you.
You don’t need to remember, you say,
for this piece serves you so practically.
It’s almost as if it was never worn
over the heart you let go of so carelessly.
You say.
It’s a building full of books
(Want to take some home?)
It’s a place to be with others
When you’re feeling all alone.
It’s a place to take a class
Or to grab a DVD,
To bump into a neighbor,
Get your taxes done for free!
It’s a friendly space for people
In our community
Who don’t have very much
And need a safe place to just “be”.
But, wait!
It’s closed!
That library we knew-
Where does that now leave us?
What’s a librarian
(And a community) to do?
Books are online to read and listen to!
Get a card on the web;
Your e-Library’s here for you!
Stream movies all month long
(Hoopla and kanopy are great!)
And there’s nothing to return
So your stuff is never late!
If social media’s where you are,
Our Facebook game is strong,
Our website’s up-to-date,
Our virtual events list long!
Paint and Sip!
Hear a poem or story!
Try a new recipe –
You’ll be in your glory!
Our Tik Toks amuse-
They’ll make you laugh!
You’ll see the hard work
Of our amazing staff!
For a library is people.
It’s you and it’s me.
A community center –
Now virtually!
So visit today!
Be a part once again
Of all the Library offers-
And reconnect with old friends!
https://www.cplib.org
As summer’s end
invites in the cool night air
and a perceptible shift
in the sun’s light,
my time
for swimming in the warmth and buoyancy
of the Long Island Sound
is waning.
That always near,
yet almost unconscious
ache and stiffness
that is my body
being transformed,
by movement
through water and salt,
into the feeling of silken muscle,
will once again
become a memory
and a desire.
A desire deepening
into moments of longing
as I delight in walking
into the relief of more refreshing temperatures
and the softer embrace of the sun’s gentle golden light
dappling
throughout the fading green,
maroon-red, rusting-yellow and cinnamon-brown tapestry
that is the forest in fall.
If life was all blue skies
And there was no rain
Then there’d be no growth
And there’d be no change
No colorful flowers
No green grass
All those colors would never last
Everything would die and wither away
The life-living green would surely turn to grey
So remember in life when storm clouds come
It only means change, a colorful sum
So endure the rain clouds for a time
Because soon the sun will be shining with everything fine
Don’t ever forget
No matter how long you live, this simple phrase-
It takes the rain and clouds
To make better days
A Poem my Father and I wrote, when I was a child:
The little Bee flies through the storm
For a place in the woods that will keep him warm.
All through the wind and the rain he sleeps
Until the dawn around him creeps
A gossamer mist like ghosts, moves across the still water
As the sun climbs to its perch
The mountains hold us close
A monarch, with summer memories, drifts by
While Autumn begins its brilliant descent
Our colors fade
Your hand, a sea anchor pausing movement
Facing us towards the storm’s oncoming waves.
My heart is tired
Forgiveness must find another way
Breathed in through the lungs
Like medicinal mist
Absorbed through the skin
Like soothing sunlight
I yearn for it
A virtue I cannot attain
I am a prisoner
Only you can release
With words of regret
I would fly with the speed of a hummingbird
Toward the radiant light.
Running in the gym above the football field, I looked out to the endless land and great big blue sky through the room length window. I had never existed in such a space before. Missing Mom, but my heart was beating hope. A world wide open, I ached for only one world to notice me- His world. I wanted him to show me every inch.
