The following poem was published first in MIDWEST POETRY REVIEW, in 1994.
There are days when everything seems a metaphor… I persist with a bottle of salad dressing that won’t open Touch the childhood scar on my forehead now blended with a wrinkle Am comforted by cards and letters sent at just the right time Gaze at the blue heron who stayed long into the Fall And marvel at the migrating monarchs on their way.
I ponder the limits of persistence for the heron left one day And feel wounds aging into wisdom although scars do stay Recognize “help from the sanctuary” and read Psalm 20 once again In wonder at these days when everything seems a metaphor…
New dreams were growing all along And would be tested true I finally flew to embrace them too.
These are Garden Journal photos from a few past years. Some poems and photos are gifts. Perhaps I can call them FOUND ART. I also think of them as HAIKU PHOTOS.
November 2016 – I loved seeing the natural arrangements of leaves on the blue tarp Karl had on his trailer.