A Pigeon

A pigeon landed wearily on my windowsill today.
a cloud of feathers and dust,
a mass of flesh and bones.
He huddled himself and slept,
Framed by the rain and night,
His breast rose and fell softly,
One lame foot curled under him.
His feathers, ragged from years of wind and snow.
As I watched, he awoke, opening his eyes abruptly.
And there in the depth of those black pools
Was the agonizing pain of flying for hours in the harsh wind,
The clammy wetness of grass in the park,
The bitter taste of hard bread from the street,
The dulling agony of long cold winters.
So I opened my window to let him into the warm room
And he flew into the rain.

Do you see what I see?

Yikes, it was cold today. -30 degrees windchill, and school was cancelled. We still worked outside as usual, and here are a few things I saw today.

1. Scattered gray bird feathers along with the birds feet. Looks like a cat ate it.
2. The basement of the McDonalds restaurant. That's all I will say.
3. An old man chewing on a chicken bone at Kentucky Fried Chicken.
4. A Fireman
5. Beautiful flower arrangements at the florist.
6. A lost Lassie dog, who would not come to me.
7. A snow angel a child had made.
8. My breath
9. The underside of my work van as I hooked up the log chain to pull me from an unplowed road.
10.Little childrens arms as they reached to hug me at the daycare.

Another great day!

You find out who your friends are...

During this time in my life when my so called friends began to abandon me as the seperation and divorce caused me pain,I was reminded that my "friends" who don't talk to me anymore, who abandon me when I need them most, really weren't my friends anyway.

Forgive and Forget

Today
the last day of my
loving you is
at hand.

in hand,
a pen,
writing the last
poem about you
for you
to you.

my pain gone
as my love is.
winter is too intense
a season

to have
a single memory
of you.

And now
I ceremoniously dispose
of every object connected
with you
I need another u-haul.

I feel good
I am worthy.

I am worthy of my life an
all the good that is in it.
I am worthy of creativity,
sensitivity and appreciation.

And I thank you
for everything
that never would have been without
your disruptions.

Comfort begins to arrive

one thing I forgot:

after the
pain of parting
comes the
happiness of healing.

rediscovering
life, friends, self.

Joy

You hitched-hiked

You hitch-hiked your way
into my
strictly conservative life
and sprinkled a bit
of wanderer's dust

that you brushed
from your jacket
into my heart
and turned me against
the established things

a little wanderer's lust
gripped my soul
and unknowingly or
maybe not

you swung a bit of love
tied on a string
before my eyes
(like a tidbit before a dog)
I brushed aside the people
who tried to restrain
me
from snapping at the string

...just as
I readied myself
to leap
you pulled the string away
turned,
and walked
haughtily
towards the road again

...now that I
have regained
my fool's composure
and have begged
forgiveness
for my erotic behavior
I scold myself
for being so very childish.

but I still look
when I see a hitch-hiker
knowing it's the
only way
I may ever
see you again.

Strong and Independent

a new morning
of a
new life
without you.

so?

there will be others,
much finer
much mine-er.

and until then
there is me.

and because I treated
you
well,
I like me better.

also, the sun rises

A New Day Tuesday

I shall miss loving you.

I shall miss the
Comfort
of your embrace.

I shall miss the
Loneliness
of waiting for your
calls that never came.

I shall miss the Joy
of your comings,
and Pain
of your goings.

and,
after a time,
I shall miss

missing
loving
you.