giant maple

at eventide the old maple
sighed, stretching
shadow toes
across
the
cool
grass















i climbed that giant until
my own shadow
sprawled soft
among
leaves
down
below

and three dirty rascals
begged their way
to conquest:
kings
of
this
castle

whilst sunset crowned
the true champion
beneath our giant,
smiling
with
eyes
upturned

brian miller's post still has me thinking trees.
emily's been meditating about wheat.

when a tornado hits

there's nothing but wind --
wind and family,
rushing to the deepest places.

hold on tight
while everything else blows away.
listen

as life returns to this town:
chopper blades and sirens,
generators and chainsaws

felling trees,
dropping our guard,
knocking down pretense.

step outside and meet the neighbours.
everybody needs
to see, to help, to know

pain and sadness,
and gladness,
as we become human again.

my sister and brother-in-law lost their apartment;
we lost our trampoline
and ate some hail.
here's the official scoop.

neighbours, gather at emily's

dream chaser

if i were a dream chaser,

every year i'd see

rows of pre-planned holidays

circled red for me.

if i were a dream chaser,

from time to time i'd be

sipping an island mojito.

gulping a turquoise sea.

if i were a dream chaser,

i'd make my dreams get caught.

but here's the sad reality:

a dream chaser i'm not.

instead, i'm often close to home

with my family.

there always is a lot to do,

waiting for dreams to catch me.

they always come. never know when.

and never know quite how

my Lord will rain a dream upon

the place i'm at right now.

there's magic in this standing soft

and letting the wind blow.

the Spirit gives and takes away

until i truly know

that life and all its riches

are best shared along the way.

some dreams of mine will have to wait.

some come true every day.

waking up in a forest.




















good, old-fashioned meals i didn't cook.

a four-year-old who played without toys all weekend long.

catch a dream.