Shoulders A man crosses the street in rain, stepping gently, looking two times north and south, because his son is asleep on his shoulder. No car must splash him. No car drive too near to his shadow. This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo but he’s not marked. Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,Continue reading “Shoulders, a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye”
One life,-a little gleam of time between two Eternities.
The Roads Less Traveled We turned off the main highway summer break because that is what we do She wakes us better than the rest I’ll tell you why- beyond the steering wheel past the bugs splattered on glass across the dust-covered hood we live but a moment Boulders, bunnies and rain, no lights thisContinue reading “Iphoneography and the Open Road Poem”
The Crazy Days of April You are probably busy picking up your uniformed school children, listening to your heels scrape linoleum in the frozen food section, holding your breath as your jet hits turbulence somewhere over Kansas, sticking your card into the reader at the gas pump and waiting for your credit to be approved,Continue reading “An Endless April Road Poem”
I knew when I said I love you that I was inventing a new alphabet for a city where no one could read that I was saying my poems in an empty theater and pouring my wine for those who could not taste it. Qabbani