Daily Archives: April 14, 2017

Green And Gold And Spring

It’s such a good
spring day here —

good birds calling,
good shoots

of green, good sights
of people 
on foot,
lightly dressed and smiling

as they see the good gold sun — 

that it becomes
hard to believe

that it’s also spring in places
where the calling
is the sirens

of ambulances,
the people are

heavily dressed in blood,
and the sun

is somewhere behind
the smoke
from a bomb. 

The sky negates
what the air whispers:
that this
could happen anywhere

and everywhere

In spite of that

I go outside
and plant a seed.

I pray it takes root
and that I live
to see it full grown,

that I live to share
its fruit someday
with someone yet
unknown to me.
On that day

may we sit and speak
of good, of green and gold,
of spring

and how it never fails.

Neuropathy 1

My left thumb,
numb; left big toe,
numb; the rest of both feet
perpetually burning
after first daily contact
with the floor; lately
both hands are beginning
to tingle as well.
They all still work but
are starting to cost so much
in comfort and ease 
that I’m beginning 
to avoid using them,
some days 
doing next to nothing:

staring at screens
large and small instead;
plotting dark points on 
black graphs in my head;
making this agony so mythic
that it keeps me in my bed;
holding a grudge against myself
that pushes me closer to dead.

Still, there are those moments
when the window works,
the breeze works,
the sunlight works
to remind me
that I still have senses 
that can be trusted
to offer joy as needed; still,

in spite of the long needles
in my soles,
the pricks and flames
that rise in my skin
at the slightest brush,
most days

I get up and see
how much balance
I can salvage
as I rock between those
extremes from
fearful waking to
exhausted, relieved