the rain
I don’t mind the rain
the sound of each droplet
tapping the ground
is comforting, the scent
of nearby lakes heavy in the air
fish and fauna, fill me
with delicious melancholy
I don’t mind the rain
even as the sky dims
a pale gray, the ground’s
verdant glow, earthy and pungent
sparks something deep in my core
connecting me to life’s force
ancient, eternal…
how could I ever mind the rain
cool, damp, messy, lingering, fragrant
some of my favorite things are these
~kat
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?
Happy National Caregivers’ Day
so…I missed it
I didn’t know that there’s a day, well,
there was a day
commemorating caregivers
I might have been more intentional
had I known
I might have taken time
to savor a cup of tea
finishing it, before it turned cold
I might have … oh, I don’t know
celebrated, a little. lit a candle,
cooked my favorite meal,
watched an entire movie…
I might have even taken a day off
an entire day, from my day job
just because…instead of saving
those hours…those days for appointments
for those unexpected plot twists
when showing up is not an option,
when being there is all that matters
because I love them…
it’s just as well, not to have wasted
eight hours paid, to sleep most of them,
because you know that’s what I would do
sleep…then apologize
for sleeping, for taking a break,
for trying to remember
my dreams upon waking,
only to realize
I stopped dreaming years ago
so, happy belated caregiver day…me
for better or for worse,
you know
I said those words, out loud
decades ago
and I meant them
just knowing that there was a day
even if I missed it
softens the load,
gives me a brief glimmer,
reminds me of how strong I am
and how fragile
just knowing
maybe next year…
~kat
Just knowing that there was a day to remember caregivers gave me a moment’s pause, a smile, and the realization that somewhere in the universe there was someone who thought it was important enough to let me, and others like me, know that they see us and appreciate us. As glimmers go, you can’t get much better than that. Well, you could, I suppose, but this one feels pretty darn good!
Much love, peace, glimmers, and gentle care for those who care…
~kat
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waking the giant
I don’t want to alarm you…
or maybe I do…yes, definitely I do,
while you were sleeping
the world took a turn,
a rather nasty one at that
and you thought voting red…always red
would lower the price of eggs and gasoline
it’s true, those things are astonishingly
affordable these days,
I’ll concede, I have you to thank
for that…perhaps
but it’s a smokescreen, a wizardly curtain,
a sleight of hand, if you will…
a calculated plan to divert your attention…
I take no pleasure in being the bearer of reality
painful as it is to have to break your happy, sleepy, little bubble
but it must be said,
you can’t bury your head
refusing to watch the world burn,
the one your little eggs and gas vote
set on fire,
you did that
(Though I’m sure your mother told you
not to play with matches or magas…whatever, semantics…)
because fire, when it is out of control
eventually destroys everything…and everyone
you should know,
I could never forgive myself if I let you sleep
through the end of all endings
so yes
consider yourself alarmed
hate me, if you must
for saying what needed saying
and if by some miracle you want to know more
I’m here,
where I’ve always been,
keeping watch,
with my expandable, 50-foot, copper-laced for extra durability, pocket hose,
the $29.95 special deal as seen on tv,
(I discovered it while watching the news…)
and strong coffee,
because i know this is a lot, truly I do,
but it’s time to wake up…
WAKE UP NOW!!!
if you’d like to talk…
it’s never too late to do the right thing
~kat
This splash of green caught my eye from yards away, our driveway completely clear and dry from the ice and snow that held us captive for nearly two weeks. It’s my glimmer today. The sun is shining. The sky is blue. And this little sprig of pine reminded me that spring is coming soon. A few more warm days like this and the hardwood trees will start looking nubbly with leaf buds readying to pop when the time is right. It’s been a cold dark winter. I’m ready to welcome in the light!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ✨💚✨
~kat
lost in bread dough and glimmers
I catch myself feeling content, happy even,
enjoying life, sunshine on my face,
breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong
how can a five-year-old boy be
a criminal…the worst of the worst?
sometimes I lose myself in bread dough,
kneading, shaping it into a perfect round mound,
the sweet smell of warm yeast wafting
they were just trying to help,
domestic terrorists are not helpers
how fortunate I am to do work I love,
organizing, scheduling, creating, planning travel for others…
what I wouldn’t give to travel…far from here
they disappear them one by one,
nameless bodies, to fill their quota
I catch myself desperate to find glimmers
bright spot in the everyday, clinging to them
as if they are a lifeline…they are a lifeline
have you noticed the world is on fire,
there is smoke burning our eyes and lungs…
I vacillate between light and dark,
joy and immense sorrow, hope and despair, compassion and anger…
anger mostly, and survivors guilt because
the monsters haven’t knocked on my door…yet
I bought a whistle on a lanyard the other day,
my camera phone is charged and ready
for glimmers…for monsters, for recording
the history that they are trying to erase
there is no making sense of the lies but
there is truth we all see with our own eyes
~kat
I know I’ve been away for a few days. I needed to take a break. My heart in broken for our nation. And I wonder, how can anyone still support the horrible leaders of this country. What scares me most is that people still do…
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drowning in gaslight
I cannot look away, my senses assaulted
by murders captured on cell phones
blasted as evidence to the world,
targeted death by hate and retribution,
forced to witness souls released
from battered, tear-gassed bodies…
“don’t believe your eyes”, they say,
“we’re here to save you from terrorists”
from babies and five-year olds
in blue bunny-ear hats
and Spider-Man backpacks
harboring fathers legally here,
granted asylum, baby boys used as bait,
for abduction to oblivion
in case you didn’t know, they now say
terrorists are poets, gentle mothers,
beloved partners, kind souls who sparkle…
terrorists are helpers, icu nurses serving
veterans, who exercise rights once
considered established by our forefathers
whose last act on earth was kindness
helping a woman, pushed down and tear-gassed
then ripped from aiding her, and shot dead
I do not feel safer
with these so-called terrorists eliminated, nor from the disappearing of
children, of innocent neighbors
singled out because of who someone
perceives them to be…
no one is safe
when evil rewrites and repeats history
we are drowning in gaslight, teargas
and blood…and we must not look away
let us call out the true terrorists by name
reclaiming the inheritance of the meek
in kindness, compassion, love, and truth
please stay safe my friends…believe your eyes
~kat
like mercury colliding... 