Berry and Oliver

Well, I suppose we have to eat
which means, of course,
that I must shop

I'll pull myself from
sapid words, plump, darling
and delicious

Leave these thoughts
that spark and blaze
and linger

To speak it plainly
I'd rather forgo the meal
or nibble toast with quiet tea

These words
they feast my heart
and give abundance

Rich and satisfying
more than enough


-lisa, 4 February 2013

laundry line meditations

wendell and i commune outside the laundry door
my feet planted softly in the dewey grass
back warming in the gentle morning sun

i move up and down by the basket
stretching wide sheets and
smoothing faded t-shirts
across the sagging lines

from some part of my memory
wendell speaks
lilting lines
songs of earth and sun and field

in the rhythm of my work
i take pleasure
and feel joy

these damp garments
smell beautiful
(like redemption)

the shiny dryer sits
abandoned

and I worship you
with this small kiss for creation
hanging my laundry
in your good sunshine