Gratitude, Home, Love, Marriage, Truth

Making the Bed

I need it, the comfort of

a well-made bed. It marks

day from night, time

to sleep and time to wake

A made bed gives structure.

Order from chaos.

But he couldn’t care less, in fact

he likes it messy, likes to see

life as lived in. So

when I come home, drained from the day

and I see our bed made, which

he did, not me, I had left long before,

I don’t see a bed.

I don’t see a metaphor.

I don’t see a tidy house.

I see a gift. I see unconditional love.

Fun, Gratitude, Home, Questions, Truth

Rancho Mirage

Is this a dream, a hallucination, a

mirage wavering, watery with green grass

sparkling watery pools, fountains dancing,

palm trees bent by invisible hands, growing

leeward and then straight, sky bound?

This can’t be real. The world isn’t this good,

this pure happiness of beauty and calm

and perfect 79 degrees warm and sunny

doesn’t exist. But I am here.

Even if this melts into nothingness. I

am here, now, lost in the illusion of peace.

Chakra energy, Childhood, Family, Friends, Gratitude, Healing, Home, Journeys, Love, Marriage, Miracles, People, Questions, Truth


Found family

Found homes, found loves, found past lives

Isn’t that the point?

Beauty, Gratitude, Home, Hope, Miracles, Questions


A welcome surprise
to end my day
my candle burning bright
on the mantle
as never before
when the flickering frail flame
smothered under melted wax
would sputter into
nothingness, but now
for no reason
it lives, it breathes
it lights my darkness
and gives me hope
that my wish
will come true
will appear
in spontaneous
combustion, coming home
to me.

Chakra energy, Empathy, Home, Judaism, New Paths, Pain, Regret

Promised Land

I miss the joy of learning

the joy of renewal

the joy of ancient words

made new again with

new life, new songs

connections to the past fraying

I drift, adrift, driftless


by the loss of you

of what you represented

of the holiness in myself

Childhood, Family, Fun, Gratitude, Home, Journeys, Love, Marriage, Miracles, Truth

Dreams Come True

With you, I’ve
revived teenage glories
mingled with poets
pandered politicians
sailed south on a summer cruise
screamed in joy on roller coasters
kissed at midnight on New Year’s Eve
spoken my own words at an open mike
laughed heartily and daily
put the children to bed as you wash dishes
held hands in every movie
woken cuddled in smiles
flown above the ocean waves

A short list
of the fantasies
you’ve made real
with no real attempt
at being fantastic
just honest truth
that this is how you live
to make my dreams
come true.

With you, I’ve
been set free to soar.