Drift By My Window

why do you keep hoarding things if you cannot use them? it is autumn. treat old tools like leaves and you are the tree. shed them and keep being.~kiara

I come out of the house in fog
and jacket, pushed by the insanity

ruling inside closed boxes. An
insistent bird I’ve never heard

summons me to what is real. The media
never arrives at the lake. Well-

stocked and clean, host and besties
with plovers and egrets. Yesterday

in the woods, my grandson teaches
a binoculared birdwatcher bluejay

jeers. The real news is dictated
by the heart, never strikes terror–

dismissed milquetoast by the fear-
mongers. I teach empathy and reject

a gendered, even a specied god. Moved
to worship by being in all its faceted

glory. Space and light and energy.
Moving into stillness and back.

The attic is lined with boxed goods
I might need in some projected future.

The poplar is releasing gold
quivering leaves dancing free.

Today I choose to liberate old tools,
allow blessings to flow–gifts

for the next open-handed receiver
as I create a brand new now

leading into the unpredictable
alignment into empty space

finally able to move and stretch
and spin unhindered into joy.

Inspired by: Milquetoast, Insanity, Dictate and Yesterday, the amazing Universal 4 Month Toolkit from kiara at VKNumerology, and since it’s the first fall day here I am singing along with Eva Cassidy.  (Autumn Leaves is such a poignant song that always brings me such joy.  What an amazing voice!)

Feeling Aligned

Sometimes your honesty, eventually, will ruffle some feathers. ~George Pór

The entire henhouse is squawking

when I show up.  

I prefer

to believe they are composing 

laudatory praise, like time’s 

wingéd beings will.

These can’t be suspicious glances

at my silver tail.  Surely they celebrate

my spice!  The secret is,

I’m no longer the highway

patrolman, I’ve quit

the robot-

watch

diligent for boat-rockers.

That harmonizing peacemaker

you’ve seen slink around

took a hike.  Now I’m climbing

into fierce feistiness.  So

raise a ruckus, I’m poised

to leap — watch me finally 

follow my heart.

I’ve raised my arms at the top

of this mountain, and 

I’ll show you

the proper use of wings.  

Inspired by: Robot, Spice, Highway,