You wonder

Nature can dazzle, sometimes becomes too absorbing

temperature can change while on the road

one moment in the nineties then dips into sixties

The sky darkens, hail as big as marbles starts falling, bombarding the car

your emotions show like a pre-determined consequence

you drive faster, the children suddenly quiet.

The sky brightens and back to nineties again

You explain to the children what’s happening

They start singing and laughing

You begin driving evenly, gentle on the curves

On the rest area you will stop and have a picnic.

When you look for pleasure you find meaning,

when you look for meaning you find understanding,

understanding can lead to renewal of the spirit.

And you wonder why labor pains always start at night.


what do you see in a poem

“We peer into the new poem with the old hope:that we might find there a few words to illumine more widely our passage through the dark woods and brightly lit cities of the fleeting, time-bound world. And the art of poetry reigns daughter of Remembrance-of our wish to feel joined to some fabric that both gives meaning to and is made meaningful by the part of it we are.”-Jane Hirshfield, Nine Gates, Entering the Mind of Poetry

photo: a vineyard in January, Napa Valley, CA