Pet Goldfish

i suppose everyone
had a goldfish
from the pet
store or school
fair, glistening orange
in plastic bag
captured bit of
rippling nature, and
we tried to
keep it alive
with flakes and
water changes, but
after a few
months it died
and what did
we learn? how
to understand loss
that toilet flush
goodbye, what is
life? what is
death? it meant
nothing, and everything

Have You Noticed?

Have you noticed that the earth
is always turning, that shadows 
really do move across grass, 
stone, everything?

Have you noticed that nature’s 
wind touches all of life, 
caterpillars, green ivy leaves, 
chipmunks, tree trunks?

Have you noticed the white 
cloud canvas, sparrow silhouette 
in springtime sky, chirping 
and flirting with the sun?

Have you noticed the bees 
with their stingers, moving 
from flower to flower, not 
thinking about us at all?

Have you noticed how fast 
we move through our days, 
from screen to screen, with 
all the rest unseen?

Sleeping Outside In College

bunk beds stacked, thin mattresses
on steel spring decks, this cloistered
container, dorm room coffin where
20-year old boy-men play loud music
ska, reggae, rap, sometimes Phish

trapped inside institutional time
grab sleeping bag, late April night
up fir tree trail to quiet hilltop where
moths float over darken meadow
endless bedroom, alone for slumber

We All Get Wet

often the best response
is to give up
abandon all hope of
truly knowing how the
acorn becomes a tree
it just does, and
one day that barked
branched swaying nature
will topple, call it age
or disease, shifting roots
or unsteady ground, but
this too will just happen
and yet, we try so hard
to control all of life
when really, clinging
tightly is like pretending
a summer storm isn’t
made of rain, at some point
we all get wet