The Place of the Poet

I try to notice Everything about this room: The windows, long, low and stretching to the floor, The blankets woven with The sure weight of comfort, The yellows of late afternoon When rain is done, reds, the color Of deep inside, And lazy blues. I try to notice...

At the Gate: El Al

I’m not prepared My bag isn’t packed. I only have 11 dollars, all singles I’m not sure why I’m going, anyway I’ll see if I can get out of it Trade in my ticket Get a refund   But you say:  Don’t back out now! You’re at the airport already, aren’t you? There will...

Deja Dream

The young woman in a baseball cap says her name is Dia. “Dia?” I ask, “meaning day?” “No,” she says, “it’s spelled D-E-J-A-H.” Someone named Dream gave her the name when she was a baby, she tells me....

Dreamwalker

Green lizard slithers down the hall A lizard in the house! I want to run, but instead I follow, curious. I live with you, small green creature, I will know you. I fly just above and watch you move. I am listening: Ground-hugger, dreamwalker, What message do you have...

Mother Sits

Alone at the table Too tired To do her job And so, the fresh Cut flowers are not In vases brightening The dreary rooms This is one house She won’t decorate Into cheerfulness. Those days, it seems, Are...