The world has a way Of making you feel so Small, Filled with awe and wonder At the quiet hugeness Of it all. Mountains. Lakes. Deserts. Oceans. Forests. Rivers. Earth. … Continue reading Small.
Tag: poetry
Profundity.
Ever hear the phrase, those who can’t do, teach? I’m chuckling to think of it because in this particular instance, I both do and teach. But I’m not sure if … Continue reading Profundity.
A eulogy for Astro.
I have developed a funny habit of picking up broken things. It started with myself. Perhaps I try to do for others what no one else did for me. I … Continue reading A eulogy for Astro.
Load-Bearing Wall.
I am a load-bearing wall; You are a loaded gun. I hold steadfast through it all; You only ever hit and run. The exterior is crumbling, The floors are buckling, … Continue reading Load-Bearing Wall.
The purpose of the fruit fly.
Recently as I was marveling at the ability of my hands to open and close (a feat that can be painful for me sometimes), it occurred to me that I … Continue reading The purpose of the fruit fly.
I was named in Israel.
I was named in Israel Atop Masada, at sunrise. I took the name Shaina Miriam And embraced the legacy of My birthright, Which goes back millennia. I have sung in … Continue reading I was named in Israel.
Warden.
I call out, “Warden,Have I yet served my time?There’s a new day comingAnd I’d like to feel fine.”But the Warden just leersAs if I’ve made a joke.Declares, “You’ll do what … Continue reading Warden.
Dandelions.
I love dandelions. My husband does not. He’s a lawn mowing enthusiast and, to him, dandelions are nothing more than pesky weeds that warrant expedient removal. He tells me they’re … Continue reading Dandelions.
Gravity on Mercury.
We are all just stardustStrewn across the galaxy.I can’t be crushed by the weightOf your expectationsLike the atmosphere on Venus.It’s enough to bear these cratersOn the surface of my soulFrom … Continue reading Gravity on Mercury.
Sunbeams.
When I was a little girl I used to see sunbeams (You know, long rays of light filtering Down through the clouds) And I would think that was G-d Making … Continue reading Sunbeams.
Journeys in the Dark 