For five years or so
I sought and found poetry
Alive all around
Once fertile places
Barren of inspiration
Poetic muse fled
World news tells stories
Unjust uses of power
Death and climate change
Writing unconquered
More essential than ever
Has stories to tell
My bailiwick calls
Ordinary life a poem
Alive within self
Bright moon shone last night
Peeled tangerine for breakfast
New oak leaves flutter
Two visiting geese
Reappear out of season
Honking early morn
What if the river
I have stepped into anew
Is a wide ocean
And what if behind
Lies another blue ocean
Origin of me
” You cannot step into the same river twice.”
I walk with a cane
Hiking staff put to new use
I like style and flair
Chic has its limits
No disguising poor balance
I sought therapy
Baby steps trained me
I’m a whiz on the gym floor
A wimp out-of-doors
Summoned my courage
Planned to navigate sidewalk
Leading home from church
Tucked cane under arm
Walked just like I remembered
Arrived unafraid
Dark and frigid dawn
Coldest of the year and yet
Crescent moon beams glow
Later on the sun
Very welcome imposter
Called me out to play
