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#NaPoWriMo 22: Friday Evening

Day in and Day out
leads into
driving home
on a Friday evening,
with eyelids twitching
and stomach grumbling.

I’ve been to enough meetings
this week
and the world can survive
even if I take
a little time to rest.

Some friends
are asking others,
“how is tonight different
from every other night?”

For too many,
it isn’t.
The sense of
and mystery
is lost
in the daily grind.

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#NaPoWriMo 21: Day Poem

I started this poem
about sixteen hours ago;
the first stanzas
about morning prayer,
checking email,
and social media.

They were followed by
breakfast – oatmeal,
a shower,
and leaving for work.

A trip to the
just opened
and nearly empty
post office
an unusual
as a clerk showed great kindness
while we filled out the forms
for my daughter’s passport.

The work day started
with calls from the car
and meetings with activists
all before
noon day prayer.

The afternoon was filled
with technology
and video conferences.
Soon it was time
for evening prayer
and a meeting.

A drive home,
a quick bite to eat
and polishing the poem
concluded the time
before compline and sleep.

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#NaPoWriMo 20: The Insect Auguries

The bugs hit the windshield
like stars
coming out at night.
First one,
then another.
Some large bright ones,
several smaller splotches.

Soon, you could see the patterns,
like a constellation
of bug entrails.

I have not studied
the entomological zodiac
or the insect auguries
so the patterns
lacked meaning
to me.

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#NaPoWriMo 19: The Totem

When is an animal a totem?
When it catches your eye,
Like the hawk diving
from a distant tree,
the great blue heron,
flapping it’s giant wings
as it slowly gains altitude,
its path having just crossed
your own,
or the mangy old coyote
trotting down the lonely road?

This morning
a small sparrow
landed on my
driver side mirror
and looked at me
as I waited
at a stop sign.

What did she see?
Did she have a message for me,
and if so, what?

Then she flew off
as unexpectedly
as she arrived
and I wondered
what this small living
Rorschach test
was meant to tell me.

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#NaPoWriMo 18: The Mysterious Woman

I visited a new church on Sunday
and thought I saw
some familiar faces
from long ago.

as I sat in my pew
I glanced to my left
during the readings
and saw an old woman
frail and hunched over.

Her body was turned
so she faced me
looking at my eyes
as if for an answer
or perhaps
some sort of assistance.

I returned her gaze
with a compassionate smile
and thought I would speak with her
after the service.

I glanced at the bulletin
as the choir
sang the response,
“and I will dwell in the house of the Lord

I looked back up
to see
the mysterious woman
had vanished.

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