I am

I wrote the series of gogyohka below over the course of the past few weeks as separate tweets originally posted on Twitter.  In reviewing my Twitter stream, I saw an interesting (to me) thread and thought I'd capture as one blog post.

 

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I am a wild horse

snout to the wind

beating sand;

and now I stop

to nibble grass

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I am a warrior

fighting the darkness

with dark dark coffee

and chocolate

darker still

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I am

this moss covered

weather beaten

unmoveable rock:

please, stand beside me.

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I am a chalkboard

iconic

and envious

of my multi-media

replacements

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I am

looking in the mirror

wondering

who

I am

Miracles

How do we know
this dry river bed
this poem
this Saturday night bean supper
is not a miracle?

All nine

All nine muses
in concert,
the view
from my
back porch

Listen

When you're not listening
I speak slowly,
softly,
as if in a dream
to myself.

When you're not listening
I talk about my obsession
with organizing my closet
before the shoes
mutiny.

When you're not listening
I tell you about the lightning
during the last snow storm
how exciting it was,
and how frightening.

When you stop to listen
turning to look at me
and say, "What did you say?"
I mumble incoherently,
"Oh, nothing."

Talking

If you knew how often
I talk to you
you would stop listening.
But you don't.
Never do.

Small

the smallness
between big people
can be
a very deep
valley

Love waits

Love
waits 
for that one step 
forward 
then comes running

memorial

The children danced
and we shared
jars of chile sauce
after her funeral:
I feel Grandma laughing

sunflower

face to face

my son sees

each sunflower

has a different

face

H2O

desert all around
the only life
water
I carry
in my self

man's best friend

Hands in jeans pockets
feet nudging moss
without thinking
man removes cap
by his springer's old grave