Ra's Spiral Path

Tag: poetry

  • ‘53 Oldsmobile

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  • For the Staff at Martha Cooper Library

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    Sarah
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    Bright planet In the morning sky Shining light Strength Hope Reminding me Of grace. I am so thankful For the kindness And generosity That shines Into the dark recesses Of my soul Dispelling doubt Love shines.

  • Coyote Time

    Coyote Time

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    My brain has been restless. I’ve been up. I’ve been down. I thought my brother had Covid. I found out he doesn’t. I was looking forward to Halloween. Then my son got sick. His fever was gone yesterday and his appetite seems normal today and we’re still going to the doctor later today.

  • Brief History Lessons

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    In the car Trying to explain to my son How this country was founded. Christopher Columbus, Disease, slavery Puritans – the religious nuts Too crazy to stay in England. Blankets infected with smallpox Given as gifts of death. And guns, guns, guns. I hate driving.

  • Ghostly

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    Am I here?Am I there?Am I anywhere?Liminality is all I know these days.In between everywhere I stand.I don’t feel solid in any setting.Work. Home. Car.Librarian. Proctor. Tech intern. Chauffeur.The only solidity is rare human contact.Hugs from my son.

  • First day of camp

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    Monster trucks, magnets, and dinosaursAnd a new friend named Matthew.A few tears shed in the morning from missing MomWere replaced by sneaky smiles in the afternoon.Green slime residue found on upper armsCame off with relative ease in the evening.And Mom had a great day too.

  • Raw

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    Things have been so hard, so hard. And yet, and yet, and yet… I know I have so much to be grateful for – it’s just hard for me to see. It’s always been much easier for me to see what is not going right rather than what is going right. I need to start…

  • Small Comfort

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    In chatting With a storytime mom As she was leaving with her Three year old daughter, I was comforted in knowing That her son was also struggling With kindergarten. He is also a smart kid (like mine). And while it’s disappointing To know that our kids are Struggling with our system As they are first…

  • Owl

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    I saw an owl last night Sitting in the big tree Behind my house When I let the dog out It didn’t make a sound But I saw her turn her head As she waited For the storm to pass

  • An Offering (for the canyon)

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    Tending my body in the wise woman’s house I watch my loose hair go down the drain In Santa Fe Two days previously I watched my hair strands blow from my fingers In Chaco Canyon