Bee Dance

Last night ...

As I waited 

for sleep

to come for me,

I began to imagine

Me as a bee

Buzzing

and

Dancing

the instructional

directional

interpretive dances.

You know ....

Those bee dances

Sharing the

Way and where 

of the new 

Honey sources?

But my dance

Would direct

others to 

Dreamland.

Sweet sticky amber

Dreamland

~KGM 12/11/23

Fears

 Forever Stuck

But ...

it might be ...

it could be ...

it must be ...

an imposition

an interruption

an intrusion

a mistake.

~KGM 10/31/2023

A Gathering ...

We come together, 

from hither and thither,

one by one,

each with our strand of yarn,

a strand we've 

held and treasured,

but now it's time to 

weave something 

new together 

we can all take home to share

and share

and share again ...

Oct 28, 2023

Incredible

It's incredible, isn't it?

Here I am before you

Appearing like a real life adult.

All the correct parts

A pleasant expression

Yet ...

Beneath this quiet exterior

Are two nine year olds

One standing on the other's shoulders

Both doing their nine year old best

to keep the illusion alive.

I Erred

I erred

A delightful err

And now ...

Harry's crooning

The Moonbeam Song

On repeat

As I drift off to sleep.

~ KGM 8/24/23

Now I See ...

It took this catalyst

A lifetime

But

Now I see ...

It wasn't only the shove

Off the lap

It was the insult

And humilation

Of the basement

Low

Low 

Low is the toilet 

In my eldest brother's house. 

Each gathering I fear 

The next indelicate 

Landing will find me 

Exposed In my eldest brother's basement. 

~KGM November 2022

Clan fam kith kin

We drove back to old home again

Clan fam kith kin

Family sees

Those who came before

It's in our faces

Voice

Eyes

Clan fam kith kin

We drove back to old home again

Clan fam kith kin

The Lie

The lie weighs heavy
The lie lies
So still
It doesn't grow
It needs no food
Yet some that fall
Within the lie's shadow
Become
Pale as shadows
So still
The lie lies
The lie weighs heavy

~KGM 7-2021

Sometimes

Sometimes

a stroll into the past

Might bring illumination

A realization

Something new

Something missed

An epiphany

Then understanding

Coupled

With frustration

Irritation

Indignation

And a wish

A desire

An ignorant belief

That YOU

YOU

Might have changed

Your history

Silly you

You were but a child.

~KGM 4/2021

Blue Eyed Boy Gone Too Soon

Your beautiful boy

Still lives in my head.

Running free

Across the blacktop.

Easy going

Towheaded

Sharp eyed

Quick smile.

Though

You keep watch

Over all of his years

I tend his fifth.

~kgm April 2021

The Eldest

 Our family's eldest

carries a reminder

of a childhood fall

within the layers of skin

upon the knee

That hit first.

Some thoughtful days

might find her

appreciating that

particular sensation

manipulating the

old shards

guessing at each

shape and size

within their

self carved caves.

Is she remembering

the fall?

The moment?

Taking stock

of all the injuries?

Or, my guess,

reminding herself

that she's a survivor.

~KG March 29, 2021

Smithereens

Saturated limbs,

embracing the sky.

Carpeted, covered, encased,

in thick, lush, sodden, moss.

Flowers of lichen,

catching their rain share.

Then ice rained down

upon our tree town.

Then again.

"Stay strong!"

"Hold on until the sun rises!"

Messages sent

via crown and root.

Crashes, booms, thuds, cracks

Old soldiers uprooted.

Young hybrids, topped,

toppled, sheared, eviscerated,

delimbed, trashed, 

SMITHEREENS

Soon, we'll welcome the Spring

the healing, mending, scarring,

regrowth and rotting.

Then we'll honor and feed,

the survivors,

by burying the dead.

~KGM 03/03/2021

What Do You Miss?

 I miss the anticipation.

The anticipation of a new day,

A new week,

A new month,

A new season.

I miss the anticipation.

Of a friend's company,

Of the unexpected,

Of spontaneity,

Of normalcy.

I miss you.

Love, K

January 25, 2021

Crisp Sheet of Paper

On a crisp sheet of
paper
I drew me
Then
with my scissors
I clipped out
the aches
the old unhealed
wounds
That Piece that always
tries too hard
and the one that never tries . . .
Then
I was gone
~KGM Sept 2020

Hope

I sweep the kitchen tiles
As ancient Hope dog
Mostly blind
Dogs my scented shadow's movement
Smelling the day
I've swept into the air

Ancient Terriers

I lay in bed, under the covers
My ancient terrier, Hope
Traverses the mountain ranges
Of my limbs.

She once conquered the barriers.
They were no match
for her agility.
No more.

Each effort to cross even my shins
Results in limb failure
She and I, lack confidence in the muscles and sinew
Unfettered exuberance is a distant fleeting memory

Yet dreams!
You and I, ancient terrier,
We have our dreams
Dreams that find us scaling heights and obstacles galore.

Hope! Come! Join me!
Let us find a way to keep those dreams
Those urges . . . close to our hearts.
We are one, we share, we love, we live.

The Couch on 21st Street

She weaves
Amongst the remains
of my weedy slumber

Nudging old arguments
Insisting on review
Making me see

There Are

There are
Those days
when I
feel
all the aches and pains from
The usual and unusual
bumps and bangs from living.

Then there are the days I feel ashamed.

Ashamed
for words I've said
       words I didn't say
       not standing up for another
       reacting With every emotion
but without the facts.
       
And as if that were not enough shame
More is offered
for every forgotten kindness--
the essential oil
of social lubrication.