kindness is strange
it appears in small actions
and it’s intrinsic
but it can also be big
and oh so intentional
sometimes you ask for it
sometimes it’s given without thought
thank you
Poetry
I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.
Poem #277
a cat knows
a cat knows when you’re upset
he paws gently at your face under the blanket
a cat knows when you’re happy
he lingers under your hand for a second longer
a cat knows when you’re angry
he stays on the periphery making himself available
Poem #276
warm sun on my jacket
cool air on my neck
jolting pleasure
Poem #275
not a way station
but a destination
Poem #274
cold seeps everywhere
I want to sleep
but goals cajole me
Poem #273
the retail clerk stops suddenly
a praying mantis clings to her shoe
“hello buddy,” she says
she bends down and scoops it up
it says nothing but starts up her arm
“I’m working,” she giggles
she brushes it back into her hand
and brings it close to her eyes
“you’re beautiful,” she says
she ignores a customer’s quiet call
and sets it on a leaf on a bush outside
“stay safe,” she says
it does stay safe for six more months
neither think about each other again
Poem #272
I drive home on the watery freeway
barely managing to stop smiling
the road shines and the lights glitter
at home, I am responsible
then girl sends me poetry
we were both admiring the scenery
I squeal, because definitely lovely
Poem #271
the chill is here
we bustle from building
to building
wrapping jackets tightly
around our bodies
fabric’s weight is comfort
the occasional red leaf
city worker bobs with his truck
small white feather floats down
we are ready for indoors
Poem #270
heartsprained
push against a wall
momentary relief
too many thoughts
distraction not an option
everything explained
but still dull pain
punctuated by sharpness
Poem #269
the fog rolled over the pier
we couldn’t see the shore
so we walked back to land
to prove its existence
it is indeed real
but there is no more pier now
we abandoned it