September 25, 2009

Here I am--a cry

from Job and me, still ready

but waiting, waiting.

September 24, 2009

Blank pages to fill.

Full pages to empty out.

I am shovel, sieve.

September 23, 2009

For Alan Berg

My friend feels the weight

of years spent striving to change

a world eons old.

September 22, 2009

How did I cope with

work, school, kids, when now I blanche

at a few e-mails?

September 21, 2009

Walk on the High Line.

Anna's path on a clear day.

Miles still to be built.

September 17, 2009

Off soon to New York.

Anna will take care of me,

reversing our roles.

September 16, 2009

New mattress arrives

to soothe Phil's back by sleeping

at high altitude.

September 15, 2009

Lunch chat: How's work? Are

you having fun? I mustn't

gloat in my good luck.

September 11, 2009

One of many days,

remembered or forgotten,

full of tragedy.

September 10, 2009

How do days fill up?

Without the faucet of work

new chances rain down.

September 9, 2009

A day of doctors

is enough to make you sick.

Check up and check out.

September 8, 2009

Schools open, summer

recedes, more marks in the sand,

a friend remembered.

September 4, 2009

Delicious leisure,

the tastiest sauce of all.

A Labor Day picnic.

September 3, 2009

A melody hums.

Words come and go to fit. That's

how time opens up.

September 1, 2009

Any change calls out

to us sitting still on the

end of summer bench.