Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Wait Wait, for now. Distrust everything if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out … Continue reading →

It’s This Way   I stand in the advancing light, my hands hungry, the world beautiful.   My eyes can’t get enough of the trees — they’re so hopeful, so green.   A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I’m … Continue reading →

Afternoon The ocean is in me now, blue distance and white depth, and their eternal flame. The tides arc in me now, rocked by the sphere of the round song. And that child on the sand with his pail of toys, … Continue reading →

What Did? What did the carrot say to the wheat? ” ‘Lettuce’ rest, I’m feeling ‘beet.’ ” What did the paper say to the pen? “I feel quite all ‘write,’ my friend.” What did the teapot say to the chalk? … Continue reading →

** will be back to correct this ** Numbers I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example,they are willing to countanything or anyone:two pickles, one door to the room,eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of … Continue reading →

Poem   I’m inside the advancing light, my hands are hungry, the world beautiful. My eyes can’t get enough of the trees — they’re so hopeful, so green. A sunny road runs through the mulberries, I’m at the window of … Continue reading →

The Poet Compares Human Nature to the Ocean From Which We Came   The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward, it can give gifts or withhold all; … Continue reading →

Summer Rain   All night our room was outer-walled with rain. Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof, And rang like little disks of metal. Ping! — Ping! — and there was not a pin-point of silence between them. … Continue reading →

Holding the Light for Kait Rhoads Gather up whatever is glittering in the gutter, whatever has tumbled in the waves or fallen in flames out of the sky, for it’s not only our hearts that are broken, but the heart … Continue reading →

When Will I Be Home?   When will I be home? I don’t know. In the mountains, in the rainy night, The Autumn lake is flooded. Someday we will be back together again. We will sit in the candlelight by … Continue reading →