Tag Archives: Teaching
Mist Unknown
Should we leave
Into the ministry unknown
Fine day or misty
Knowing
Our thrill lies there
Fearing
Sediment building here
As brain fog
As ankle chains, of sorts
Hearts at risk, lives at stake
Apathy and anarchy abound
Should we stay
Something Gardens
A sunny day
On this, the fore-edge of Spring
It looks like something good happens here
In this, the place they renamed, “Something Gardens”
Although I see really only billboards and bungalows and bulldozed-over housing projects
And strangely, no gardens
But there is the color and promise upon everyone’s skin
The special sauce in people’s blood
So I become sure
I plan to see the Something Good that happens here -those “Something Gardens” that mean to grow
So I stay and I work
I help
I sow, that someone else may reap
I wait
And I see that I, too, grow
Concrete
We can’t call them untrue
The shadows forever forced against concrete
Are forever a part of you
But so too, was that moment before the bleaching
When you believed in the good air against your skin
Go back again, despite that it seems you can’t
Receive what the lurking has to offer
This Haiku: Florida Girl
God bless you teacher
You chimed, “Don’t try to be best
…and no one’s the worst.”
This Haiku: Mr. Cloud
What message, soft light,
may I learn from you this morn’
-to anchor my day?