Restless Things


I wish I could keep the feeling of light;

The very pumping muscle of my heart woven securely into that of my dogs.

I wish my fur was as clean and white and soft as hers,

My eyes perpetually unglazed and I also want to keep the exact same strength in my ‘good’ hand

That was there yesterday


God doesn’t really seem to work that way.

God is great and all that but heorshe seems to really need the grand entertainment

We scurrying, impatient ingrates provide.

For goodness sake I can hardly sit still for two minutes to relieve my mind

Which is lately wrung so tight and desperate for a spa day or at least a nice cool numbing martini


The road of refinement means making room for the opposites;

Stroking one story ever-so-compassionately (like shame or disappointment or boredom for instance)

Then crossing the river to tend to the ecstasy of the breath-taking innocence of a tender rose roseing.

Back and forth we go

In our duck boots.

After awhile it is the very river-crossing outfits I wear

That are the only thing holding my attention very long.

Is that wrong? Too shallow?

I am pretty sure I see God over there mid-guffaw.


3 Responses to “Restless Things”

  1. Hollis Walker on January 20th, 2016

    Ah, my dear one, beautiful as always! How about lunch next Thursday, the 28th? XOXOXOXO

  2. Debra Moody on January 21st, 2016

    no spaces

  3. Jann Tenenbaum on January 21st, 2016

    Love you honey, feel my hugging you.

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