Category Archives: Daily Offerings
Let’s Go Home
Let’s Go Home Late and starting to rain, it’s time to go home. We’ve wandered long enough in empty buildings. I know it’s tempting to stay and meet those new people. I know it’s even more sensible to spend the … Continue reading
Red Brocade
Red Brocade The Arabs used to say,When a stranger appears at your door,feed him for three daysbefore asking who he is,where he’s come from,where he’s headed. That way, he’ll have strength enough to answer.Or, by then you’ll be such good friendsyou don’t care. … Continue reading
Some Like Poetry
Some Like Poetry Some – thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority. Not counting schools, where one has to, and the poets themselves, there might be two people per thousand. Like – but one also … Continue reading
Making a Friend
Making a Friend I made a friend out of what was there: The legs of a table, the arms of a chair, A big head of lettuce with two ears of corn, The seat of a sofa all tattered and worn, … Continue reading
The First of May
The First of May The orchards half the way From home to Ludlow fair Flowered on the first of May In Mays when I was there; And seen from stile or turning The plume of smoke would show Where fires … Continue reading
Dance in Your Blood
Dance in Your Blood Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re perfectly free. ~ Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
Dust
Dust Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working … Continue reading
Crossing the Bar
Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound … Continue reading
Double Dutch
Double Dutch The girls turning double-dutch bob & weave like boxers pulling punches, shadowing each other, sparring across the slack cord casting parabolas in the air. They whip quick as an infant’s pulse and the jumper, before she enters the … Continue reading