Reach for It

an exhausting day
with my spirit-week “jersey”
and this fake smile
hidden by these masks
that have broken our world
like a rootless orchid
but this cat. this cat.
a soft purrfection presence
worth a real grin.

Steamboat: Gains and Losses

i'll write a haiku
as easy as this damn day
filled with lines. and love.
you will never know
how hard i've tried to earn this.
you can taste the snow.
you can taste blue sky.
it comes in moments, this love.
moments found on slopes.

(Re)solution

ironic notice

as the words come flooding in

(yet i can’t stop them)

no. i had no plan.

no plan for any of this.

(nor a solution).

Christmas Cookies

he’s no idea

what he’s got himself into

with these crazy girls

cookies are cookies.

we will cut, bake, decorate.

’cause it’s what we do.

arms, metal, ginger:

what is a holiday scent?

molasses. that’s it.

and soft-spun sugar

ready to perfect Christmas

with gingerbread sweets.

Quarantine Scenario #437

hidden behind mask

is my sixteen-year-old girl

(her pandemic grin)

i hope to win her

with walks, drives, conversations

just like the old days

August Coronatine Accomplishments

oldest in college

(concurrent enrollment win)

(can remove spiders)

youngest wants hair cut

just in time for her birthday

my new career–ha!)

Anniversary Climb

this mountain’s too steep

but i know he won’t turn back

he’d never turn back

twenty-two years in

we’ve climbed many a mountain

and have won each view

Still the One (Twenty-two Years)

you can’t get this far

without climbing some mountains

oh, but the aspens.

Road Trip 2020 (Swim Me a Snake)

the river’s icy

the current is too strong, son

but no one stops us

i can never look

without wanting to dive in

to fully swim. live.

they get this from me.

these kids who are not my kids.

these kids who are mine.

we swim for ice cream.

for these fleeting memories.

for their childhoods.

Cilantro (Culantro)

he corrected me

even though it’s in Spanish

white buds. so pretty.

‘no’ is a new word

yet so familiar to me.

so adolescent.

we’ll see where this goes.

a flat road to nowhere fast?

or the sky, endless?