children flow down the street
in front of our house
on the surface of the concrete river
that carries them to the mouth
at the confluence of street and playground
I stop to watch the children
tumble and dance
caught up in eddy and swirl
inside the opening of the school’s fence
what they can’t see
the small child standing
by my side
holding my hand
~ Bob […]
what’s the point?
what’s the experience
of the idea?
what’s the idea?
oh, I guess that would be first
okay, we are in this small town
it’s Mother’s Day
we are on a road trip
stop for lunch
watch all these young men
bring their wives and children
to this restaurant for Mother’s Day
while I sit here childless
and my mother long dead
so what am I honouring
or […]
I fill the garden fountain
in the backyard every May 24
Sparrows crowd its rim hesitant
swimmers gossiping around the deep end
they shoulder-check for the right spot
dip and tilt, dip and tilt
Robins and birds I don’t know
drop travel-weary bodies into it
in the heat of parenting
birds drop in for a quick bath
a few minutes alone
resume […]
the sky is so big in this place
it can fill the space between father and son
the land is a firmament under it
highways in straight lines
connect dots
stars on the landscape
we come from a place
where the lines on the land are not straight
where the map doesn’t always tell us
how to get there and the sky is much […]
this morning is for sitting in a white lawn chair
carefully placed in the Spring green back yard
for reading a book and drinking coffee
it’s the day for watching
sun creatures behind closed eyes
chase each other to […]
