Loving the Maybes

“Loving the Maybes” appears in my chapbook Nomad’s End (Finishing Line Press, 2010)

At my home in Connecticut I am able to get out into the world and see possibility despite quarantines and shutdowns. We live at the top of a hill, and one of my routine walks is up and down (about 1/2 mile both ways). A bigger loop brings me around the neighborhood, about 2 miles. We also have a semi-circle driveway with slopes and a sanctuary of laurels, oaks, and a few half-way hidden blueberry bushes. Twenty minutes, about 15 times around, is a mile’s worth of walking, enough time to circle and see what usually goes unnoticed. Repetition and wonder.

I found this little guy on a hard-to-figure out chestnut yearling. I prefer the worm’s philosophy about walking. On my own, I’m just walking in circles.

Thinking

The Thinker as Poet

Aus der Erfahrung des Denkens

—Martin Heidegger

How like a           whisper the wind
engaging the cup of my ear.

How like a shout       these echoing
passages filter northwest to southeast.

How like a growl      the rustling leaves request
channel from shadows to true

existence.

How like a thought      disappearing
into thin air       these pages ruffling beneath
my pen       beneath a passing sun
beneath the loud, enchanting

chimes of Sunday in spring.

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This poem appears in Four Blue Eggs, published by Homebound Publications in 2014. Make your purchase of the full collection here.