Tulip Tree Seedling in the Meadow, April 18, 2019

Tulip Tree Seedling in the Meadow, April 18, 2019

Why is the day cold? Wool clothes are in a pile bound for the attic.
Why is the breeze warm warm? The firewood pile is high.
Why is rain falling? The firewood is uncovered.

Why is the sun setting? I have work yet to be done.
Why is the sun rising? I have yet to sleep well.
When will the moon cease chasing the sun.

Why do I have debts to pay? I want to play.
Why do I squint? I want to see.
Why does the seed grow? I want to know.

Three Women

Her cart was in the middle of the aisle. Her boyfriend said ‘hi’ to me. I mumbled a reply, not even words, really. That cart was in my way. She stared at me. I navigated my cart between hers and the shelves. She did not move.


She was wiping down the gas pumps while I pumped gas. I said ‘hi’ just as squatted down to continue her work. She looked up, smiled, and asked how I was. An honest smile. I returned her smile with my own and wished I said hello while she was standing.


I had the expectation that she might not be friendly. She had disappeared when I entered the store. She was friendly. My hair was messy. Hers was not. We talked about wildflowers, clothing, Ocean City, Maryland, and paying the rent. She asked if the shopping was good in New Jersey. I said no. We both wished we had longer torsos.

At night

At night, when we settle down to sleep, my son is not ready to sleep. Sometimes, I ask him a question, to focus his mind, and help his body let go of the day.

“What kind of farm animal would you chose to have?” I ask.

“A jaguar,” he replies.

I laugh and think of how I’d prefer a jaguar to a hog or a chicken or a horse.

“He could be best friends with Mountain*,” he adds. “And, protect him.”

*Our cat.