gone fishing, Poetic Asides

 

There are no rats racing around here

I’ve grown distracted, I fear

While some folks are wishin’

They could go fishin’

I’m spending days that are mere

travelogue, Poetic Blooming

 

Fernweh (fairn-vay)

 

When my friends greet me,

they’ve stopped asking, “How are you?”

instead they ask, “Where next?”

 

Where Next? Alaska.

I’m always nervous about

jumping through airport hoops.

 

But despite the delays,

the missed flights and even airport overnights,

I’m always eager to do it again.

 

I’m not sure what drives me.

It’s like the strange longing people have

to be parents and raise children.

 

Despite the pain, all manners of cost,

the worry, the runny noses, the demands,  

people will always be driven to populate the earth.

 

It’s unexplainable this fernweh,

this ache for distant and unknown places,

the desire to board boat, plane, train or car.

 

But as long as this desire and ability exists,

I will run, fly, ride, drive with it,

and take in this amazing world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

competitive Poetic Asides

 Attitude

 

All my efforts

at competition

usually puts me

on the losing end.

 

Even when I compete

against myself.

 

I often play a game of attitude

to see if I can beat myself

 at being more joyful.

 

The thing about competing

against yourself,

you both win and lose.

Me Time, Poetic Bloomings

 

Me and Thee Time

 

I remember

going to the bathroom

and locking the door

was about my only me time,

while I heard the little ones

searching for their mom

or big ones

searching for their caregiver

outside the bathroom door

making various noises:

callings, cries, noisy toys, knocks, shouts.

 

Now, it’s at my discretion

to take some me time praying, reading,

writing, crocheting, playing my uke,

painting, watching shows, studying,

working in the yard, cleaning, cooking,

taking walks in the park

or hikes in the woods

and traveling hither to yon

while my husband

does about the only

thing he can do since the strokes

sitting in front of the computer

keeping track of money in and money out

or watching the games

or old comedies from the sixties.

 

August 13, PA Trip

 

8/13/26

 

Home At Last

 

Woke up in Denver

And got ready to go

At breakfast at the hotel

Moving kind of slow

 

I was in the back seat

When we left at nine

I worked on my computer

All of that time

 

For lunch, around one

We had a DQ treat

A caramel chocolate milkshake

Cannot be beat

 

Saw five big turkeys

On Turkey Creek Road

No wolves on Wolf Creek Pass

They never showed

 

We’re glad to be home

We arrived in the rain

Unloaded the car

Rested my brain

Morning Quiet Time

 

Fierce Love

 

Help me embrace who You are.

You are not a list of rules and regulations.

You are not anger.

You are not an unrighteous judge.

I worship You for who You are.

 LOVE.

 

There are times you have rules and regulations.

There are times You are angry.

There are times You judge.

 

It’s all done out of love.

You are jealous against anything that hurts Your people.

And your relationship with Your people.

Thank You that You love all people,

 including me,

with Your fierce love.

Like a mama bear with her cubs.

 

 

 

 

August 12, 2026, PA trip, slumpy, Poetic Asides

 

Slumpy

 

Feeling a little slumpy

after five days on the road

with one more to go

from Pennsylvania

to back home in southwest Colorado

with a disabled husband

and all his equipment:

wheel chair, walker, bath chair

unloading and reloading the stuffed car

at every stop.

 

I’m thankful our son came with us

to share in the driving

and do the road trip planning.

We had a wonderful time,

at our family reunion,

but feeling slumpy,

like you do when you’re working

nine to five and it’s only three o’clock,

or like a rose in need of water.

It will be good to get back home.