When that baby (for Lucia)

​When that baby Looks at you When that tiny hand Grasps your finger When your heart as if Comes out of your body And sleeps on your chest When you feel the field of your love Radiating out, enfolding that tiny body Then not only is a baby born But a mother as well And...

Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder If there may be At some point A last flower seen up close A last time hearing Something by Leonard Cohen A last laugh due to Jeeves And Bertie ​A last tennis ball Hit just out of reach Or a last day Like this day The last day When, after the...

The cup is where it usually is

The cup is where it usually is my placemat on the west side of the table Just now my wife is at work instead of in her usual seat there across from me All these years I have watched and listened over one table or another her growth from tied to free And as she has...