Call and Response: Day 44: Calling

yes there is there here
we walk to post our letters
then crossing one more street
we find Italian
coffee warmth
and the young woman
sitting next to us
we talk about energy
from the sun
exchange cards
then hurry to the farmers
market for
sweet strawberries

Call and Response: 44: More Forest

My daughter's perspective

tells me to remember

the turn-around

the spilling of

uncertainty, simply

righted with two arms

held in front of you

in the air like

aspens pointed

this direction

instead of arrows

like evergreen, the body

Call and Response: Day 43: Readied

Readied, #1
Originally uploaded by vajra

this fragile remnant
of sturdy dandelion
withstood last night's shower
washed clean of color
it seems impervious
still and strong
I hold my breath

and
pass
by

Call and Response: 43: Nest

We wander the forest after an argument

I nearly forget to survey the trees for solace

But, eventually, I spy the precarious nest

in the arms of a barrel chested tree

nest holding fast, forgiveness holding on

Proposal

Call and Response: 42

Shadow curly qs

overtake the morning porch

eye lounge

legs outstretched

Call And Response: #42: Fool's Gold

buckets of sunflowers
at the small farmers's market
beside oddly shaped tomatoes
we stop for broccoli and beans
in the golden
afternoon

Call & Response: Day 41: Seeing

On the Mend, #5
Originally uploaded by vajra

I look at the screen
finding ways to live
virtually

what I see is
action unhinged from
virtue

we forget the answer
to keeping our brother is
yes

we forget the answer
to who is your sister is
you

Call and Response: 41: Splashes of Dream

Weather tells us bring out turtlenecks

long sleeves, and quilts

worn at the edges from fingers

stitched like splashes of dream.

We overlap in living color

seeking comfort. Seeking.

Winter's flannel animals, we

wrists and neck, unfolding screens.

Call and Response: 40: Path

Singing until you go silent

at the top of the incline

head tipped back, feet feeling.

You spy a path through the aspens,

say "Can you get a picture of that?"

Call and Response: 40: Music Keeps Comin'

we lived for numbers
desks pushed closely together
heads down eyes closed waiting for
Armageddon we listened to Dylan
stood in silence for rights and peace
yelled at cops and Guardsmen
swinging clubs watched or marched
Chicago Kent Pentagon blurred
by patchouli and weed
blessed out at concerts and beaches
always always music
always the music