Tag Archive: poetry

a prayer 

morning’s light barely registers
but with a turn of the wrist light
floods the room

the shock of emerging from 
a comforting womb mitigated 
by socks and a puffy coat

down the stairs where with four
pushes of a button a stream 
of gas and flame warm the frames

of a home whose foundations 
were set well before my parents 
lived and well within the years of theirs

another button and water warms
another button and beans grind
another turn of the wrist and water pours

the warm elixir finds its mark as 
words from an open Book call
and draw forth songs

for the heart melodies with 
ancient rhythms lost in translation 
but just as real today

A chair with roots.
A monument to what?
No pride can reign 
in those who occupy 
its rings. So, all would 
do well to sit here 
quietly for a time.