no extensions necessary – September 22

9.22.2016

a baby’s cry down

the hall

young child face with

cap

looking up from

the bag lunch

table next

to mom.

 

grace, hope, forgiveness,

failure, care

it’s all right here.

 

no extensions

necessary.

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hiatus – September 20

[9.12]

hiatus. pause.

step away.

 

to reconnoiter

the inside of feelings

empty times,

hours, thoughts

left intentionally

open.

 

to see what will emerge

end, begin, cross

pollinate. or

not.

 

on

hiatus.

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empty choir stalls – September 19

9.19.2016

empty choir stalls with

gothic scrolls

where young boys

in starched white

collars and black

buttoned cassocks

gave their voices

up to God

and found their

ways in the world.

 

miss bicknell would

keep me in check

barely taller than

my young self

when I toppled

over on her in

the adolescent

hormonal swoon

of a collar too tight

for sprawling spurt

growth.

 

I’m looking over

a four leaf clover,

danny boy, tiptoe

through tulips, our

audition songs

for acceptance and

place. soprano most

alto a few. clear

to be taught all of us.

 

the organ is quiet now

no vibratos soaring and

supporting. no young

faces turned from

thuggery to

grace.

 

and yet they echo

on and have left

their mark

boys become men

who learned to

listen

and to give

of their gifts.

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shared leadership – September 15

9.15.2016 [shared leadership]

shared leadership

she said

that’s what we

want

 

except when another

tried to share

and then a firm

hand she

intervened.

 

we often love

the words

more than

the deeds.

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the blank edge – September 12

9.12.2016

the blank edge is

what we fear

 

that there will be

no beyond

beyond

 

it is a step of

faith everyday

that the

path chosen

is not a sham.

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I’ve been waiting today – September 7

9.7.2016

I’ve been waiting today

for the leaves to start their

fall, for the littlest gold

yellow bits to sprinkle

across the garden

even while the humidity

of late summer drags

and pulls

 

it’s a wait I can wait

for, a settling back

into some quiet soul

place where I can

pause and breathe and

look newly at the victorian

woman on the wall above

an illuminated globe light

which I haven’t noticed in

quite some time.

 

it’s a quiet time, house

engines doing their thump

hum magic while I sit here

and listen

to the nothing, to the no

thing, to the whistle of

my own inner ears

 

and thank God for the

moment.

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monsters have chances – September 6

9.6.2016

monsters have

chances

to get it

right

 

what did I do wrong

the boy said

 

turn around I have

to go to the

bathroom

 

click went the

revolver

first chance

 

bang went the

revolver

second chance

 

so bang again

and the boy

fell

 

three chances

to not

be a

monster

 

failed.

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                                              for Jacob

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