only so much

only so much i can do

when whoever is in charge wants more

i can only give less

and we are both dissatisfied with me

i am learning to forgive myself for that

osprey wait

osprey waited days in high nest

for her mate to arrive from far off

the pair now huddle

among the sticks

in rain so fat it splatters

drenching the wait now

for eggs that will need warming

and insistent little mouths

that will demand to be fed

chickadee tells me like it is

chickadee flutters chair to chair

to look me in at eye at my computer

and squabble that i am late

filling the birdseed plate

then adds the bird feeder is so public

the scrub and Steller’s jays have found

it and use their size to demand

first place in line

i cannot help about the jays but

i do rise quickly to replenish the seed

funny how sadness

funny how sadness for me

begins with not wanting

to do anything

or be with anyone

only when i’ve been hermitized

for days do i realize

i need to walk in the wind

to regain perspective

and my love of life

arbitrary

arbitrary

whoever has the power

makes the choices

from wherever they are

and whatever they see

or need now

forgive them

and go on

learning more of who

you are without

allowing them to define you

cornmeal mush smoothed

cornmeal mush smoothed

so there are no lumps

that taste of dry cornmeal

smooth to the tongue

and grit between the teeth

sweetened by autumn honey

that brings amber, brown falling

leaves to live again in mind

and mouth

rage of the mentally ill

rage of the mentally ill

beyond sane comprehension

perhaps a measure of their pain

at a world chaotic, without haven

unloving, often vicious

even toward those who would love

if they could reach them

snow dusting of blue

snow dusting of blue distant hills

turns them mysterious blue-heron gray

yesterday’s thick inches and pallid

fog created of my lawn and evergreens

my personal, enclosed, white world

this morning’s dusting brings

the distant blue close ‘round me

white world today

white world today

with icing of snow

and marshmallow fog

only foraging birds have color

goosebumps

i remember snow in late May

near Williamstown, Massachusetts

but here in western Oregon

heavy, white flakes seem unseasonal

this late in March—the daffodils

and crocuses shiver in the chill

new blades of grass cower

as do Oregonians unaccustomed

to such inclement weather

mist

misty white-gray fog this morning

super moon during the night

lit up my lawn and groves of pine

like a snow-dusted fairyland

relieved

the pain did not disappear

but finding out what was wrong

and learning that it will not

devour her lifespan

is something to be endured

and conquered by time

and courage

relief so blessed by daughter

and her mother

pity has run its course

i, moved by pity

wanting to help

but dashed again into reality

of her odd world of causes

for which she is inadequate

but sees herself as lone

person of empathy

parading her good

if ineffective deeds

while seeing not the cost

to those moved to help her

i fear pity has run its course

and is giving way to disgust

perhaps pi knows

mathematicians say

reality is, finally, an equation

but perhaps the ancients

knew better to designate

existence as never-ending

re-circling cycles

light following darkness

season following season

cycling into year after old/new

year generation succeeding generation

until one, the individual, is part

of an extended whole far larger

than himself

perhaps there is an equation

to portray that

hangry

hungry, tired, angry with the world

worn to the point of ‘just stop’

in love, we let them just stop

give them time to gather

their strength, their patience

their ability to give again

we give them time and space

to recover the resources they have

overspent in our behalf

joy at table

lunch and laughter with

favorite friends

brought together by writing

drifting apart to our separate

needs but remaining true

to our belief in each other

second sleep

second sleep again

deep and satisfying

but after hours-long

gap in the middle of the night

i learn to use the time

in reading, solving sudoku

but i cannot create

so i’d prefer to sleep through

if that can be arranged, please

dis-covering dawn

ribbons of fire-orange slither

between blue-black clouds

insistent upon announcing

life’s blanketed dawn

sad to warn

cheated when least expecting

so loved the Rossetto glassworks

in Venice we visited in December

but only five of the six

glasses i ordered came in the box

they refuse to admit error

say six were confirmed

though they do not state

how they know

adamant

end of story

so now all i can do is warn others

do see their marvelous factory

and store, but whatever you buy

take with you

it was simply understood

greed may have been

good then, but not

the admitting of it

respect for your elders then

required that you use

their title – Mr., Mrs., Miss

not Ms unless you were from

the South and then

you spelled it Miz

anyone who swore aloud

shocked, and was shunned

but our black and white sensibilities

denied brown, yellow and red

the possibility of full personhood

it was simply understood