It is not
That the earth shook
and a mountain shattered
It is not
The blooming bud
or immanent sorrows
It is
That someone
saw it happen
Lessons Lent
With love and lonely
God created our world
with all truths
great and small
that we may know
our splendor
The Back Door Screen
The hinges and spring
in chourus sing
With every squeak and skrong
they sing this song
A melody of memories
of all who happened through
Each charge of children
Every covered caserole
And friends who came to call
Every sneaking out early
Every creeping in late
A bundle of joy carried in
An empty vessle carried out
Every slamming marks a moment
Where everything changed
Everything changes
And the screen sings no more
The Plien Air Painter
The moment of now
brief beyond discretion
unaware
Between a memory
and an anticipation
The Artist stretches
a second into a stroke
The first brush
hours before the last
A signature says
“I saw this”
And the moment now
realizes itself
Between a memory
and an anticipation