The joy of symmetry

I remember, as a child, my mother teaching me 

The importance of asymmetry.

 At Christmas, I’d arrange things on the mantel 

And she would come by after me 

And shift them all around; 

 Put two candles on the right and shift 

The other to the left, 

Yet still, as an adult, I love 

The natural symmetry of things, 

And sometimes take delight 

In ignoring the Rule of Thirds…

Troubling times

I love the whimsy of this friendly acorn, 

And thought I’d share today, 

Thinking you might need a smile — 

Especially if you’re planning to fly somewhere 

And are worried that your flight 

 Might be canceled, 

Or if you’re worried that your next meal 

Might be canceled, 

Or that your health insurance 

Might have to be canceled. 

In these troubling times, 

We need all the smiles we can get…

As the seasons change

Though, due to the earth’s rotation,

 I can no longer watch the setting sun 

As she brushes the clouds with color, 

I still get to see the clouds and their colors 

Toss their reflections into the sea…

Hope breaks through

Poking through the grass 

 And leaves of autumn 

As life and light inevitably arise 

Amidst the death and ordinariness 

Of daily living, you remind us 

There is hope, and there are miracles, 

And golden opportunities 

 To look beyond the losses and the worries 

And find grace.

To be a boat

Oh, to be a boat, 

In such still waters,

 Calm, and yet in readiness 

For whatever storms might befall me, 

With bumpers out, and extra oars 

And rope to spare in case I need 

To offer or accept a tow; 

Content, assured, at peace, 

 Awash in halcyon reflections…

Choices

This compass has me thinking about choices: 

The decisions that we make — 

Sometimes hard, sometimes easy; 

Sometimes conscious, often unconscious — 

And what they say about who we are 

And what matters. 

What if we spent more time just noticing 

When opportunities arise to do or say 

Something that more accurately reflects 

 What we believe, who we are, 

And what’s really most important in our lives? 

Would that take us in a different direction?

Buck encounter

He greets me with what looks like suspicion 

 As I walk out to my car, 

 But that could be me projecting: 

It might be that he’s worried 

That I caught him sneaking apples from my tree 

Or maybe he just wonders 

If I’ll ever speak his language. 

Whatever he may be thinking,

 I always appreciate that moment of connection, 

And his beauty.