A honk and a wave,
A smile greets you
Not able to place the face
But you comply
Then she questions your well-being
Scrolling through the latest developments
You pick an appropriate response,
‘I’m hanging in there. Happy Thanksgiving.’
She returns with the same
Then disappears into the sea of lights
She is too kind
This is not the time
To tell her how my life
Has been tormented
And wrecked apart
Sweet pleasantries are all I can muster
Before we need to pull apart
And be on our way
Another time will be had
To reflect on those things
That need to be discussed
In a distant land there lies a village of elephant moms.
They’ve bonded over time through struggles and times of joy.
They lift each other up and surround themselves and their families in love.
They carry the torch from one to the other in times of need to keep the light shining.
They heal, protect, feed, and nurture each other.
These elephant moms unconsciously subscribe to the way of the pack and before too long they’ve become stronger together.
I pledge to be in your pack.
I pledge to protect you from harm’s way.
I pledge to heal you when you are weak.
I pledge to feed you when you are hungry.
I pledge to nurture you to become a stronger woman, mother, friend, sister, daughter, and wife.
I pledge to be there in times of need.
I pledge to lead when you need to follow.
I pledge to support you and lift you up.
As I know that you will do the same for me.
Dedicated to Amy Miller, 1979-2017
The daily pattern repeating
clicking here and there
looking for an update
or something I needed to say
except it’s gone too soon
like the fading of the day
The truth is there was a lot to say
despite they’re all in my head
I’ve said all that I’ve needed to
so now it’s out of the way
We’ve talked about the books we’ve read,
the music we’ve heard,
how our day has been,
and the inspiration for the latest poem
We’ve talked about the weather,
and our upcoming plans
we’ve talked under the stars and moon
we’ve talked when we first wake
and greeted each other with our longing hello’s
There’s so much that’s been said
nothing is left uncovered
except now I’m missing a reason
to say anything at all
Maybe I’ll start with ‘Hello…’
Out by the water
I see you’re alone
Do I care to bother you
Or should I leave you with your thoughts,
Let you decide
If this is what you want
Will you come to me
Or do I beg you to stay in this space
I can see it written all over your face
You’re in too deep,
Taking steps back
With a ‘wait and see’
Let me know how that works out
There’s no need to scream and shout
I’ll be right here waiting
At the end of the pier
And when the water turns cold,
When the wind starts to blow
And it’s time to go home,
Am I going down this road alone…
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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One
We met there in the bar
the same drink
the same table
conversing over troubles
we leaned on each other
in those long nights
I sit and wait
at the same table
with the same drink
you hadn’t arrived yet
and I linger for hours
Nights like this pass
was it something I said
was there someone new
what was it keeping you
Then you arrive one night
through the doors
lingering around a new table
drinking with someone new
laughing at her jokes
she’s pawing at you
Reviewing the menu
I ponder if there’s a new drink for me
is there another table with better lighting
is there another arm to lean on…