Monthly Archives: November 2021

Thanksgiving

Give thanks to the gods of many things
For dancing alive in still water
For the smile on faces creased with years
	and for the delight of a first surprise
For sleeping in under soft covers
	and the cracked window welcoming the cold air
For brothers that call first thing in the morning
	and for sisters here and over there
For all those who have gone before
	carefully placing the stones along the way
For the drizzle that gives way to snow
For gathering and not gathering
	with neighbors and with enemies
	knowing despite all knowing
	that there will be another year
	on the other side of this one

“…and though there were so many, the net was not torn.” – John 21:11

Breaker and Mender,
Tearer and Weaver,
Rupturer and Binder,
who sets us on a way;
we fill our days
with consuming visions of so much
and end up feeling rent and shattered;
collect us as we tear ourselves
and each other to pieces,
holding it all
so nothing is lost and falls.
Amen.

A Bite

I said, "The last bite tasted the same 
as the first bite."

She said, "Sometimes the call
to be different from those around us
remains hidden in folded spaces."

I asked, "How, then, might loving
our neighbor fit into knowing 
differentness?"

She answered, "Shrines on the same
side of the street often share
peculiar and various words of comfort."

I said, "I recognize where the need 
for performing in the eyes of my ancestors
comes from."

She said, "We place a baby in our aunt's arms
and witness the generations coming to us."

Colors Across Time

What seems like an answer to a question
may appear behind the leaves whose color
is finally revealed across a long season of waiting.

Conversation with the whirling, complex colors
of the kaleidoscope can dance from one meaning
to another across the lengthening of shadows.

When I was young I scribbled across the lines
because I wanted so very badly for colors
to move beyond the boundaries set by time.

The colors we color now don't have to feel
like questions hurrying us across the roads
that we have made loving what we have lost.