a ritual to start the work week
Do you remember how to make change?
How to take a twenty and return
a ten, two fives and five ones? Maybe
trade some of it for another good
or service, render yourselves even
and square? Do you remember how to
be tender? To find equal worth in
different goods? To serve another’s needs
as well as your own? See how value
appreciates, know how to break it
down and count it all back up again?
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a ritual to start the week
Morning fog makes a mystery
of the yard, transforms trees,
blurs the property line and turns
a commute into an adventure.
Knowns hold so many unknowns.
Wednesdays can be Mondays and
Thursdays all at once and seconds
can slip through our fingers like
sandcastles built too close to the
surf, like the sudden swerve
that so quickly crashes and spins,
then stalls, stretching a short trip
into endlessness. Things die when
we say they do. Years don’t need
to end to begin something new.
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a ritual to start the work week
sit crawl stand and walk
repeat again now faster
run play hide and seek
repeat repeat repeat
a b c and d
repeat again now faster
more less among and by
repeat repeat repeat
bend stretch rise and lower
repeat again now faster
stitch knot knit and purl
repeat repeat repeat
hours days months and years
repeat again now faster
step learn practice and breathe
repeat repeat repeat
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passions compete for focus disorder
grief takes over withstands rain
vicious reign genius seeks disciples
left shivering so quickly cast aside
holiness fades once given form
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a ritual to start the work week
Floating in the frame
of an east facing picture
window, a prism
swallows the rising sun,
takes its untouchable
light into rock solid innards
and sprays rainbows around
the room, revealing
the multitudes we bask in
day after glorious day.
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a ritual to start the work week
Release the pain your heart’s been
clutching. Let go of that safety
blanket made of swords. Did you
know your defenses were so sharp?
That thorns grew from the hedges
planted to protect you as you
slept? Beauty, rest. Sit still in
the power only peace offers.
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a ritual to start the work week
regarding
your prior correspondence
it is with deep regret
that I must ask you
kindly
to eat glass;
[delete draft]
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to choose means
means to choose
to move to make
ends meet their maker
stand fall try fail take
the necessary risk
the waiting step
that waits for none
but you for you
alone took steps
that you alone
could take awaited
the choice made
made the choice
to make now move
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My eyes droop; yellow
over-watered leaves wait to
widen in the sun.
When, we wonder, will
the clouds loosen their grip? Jaws
clutch what they can’t have.
Hair on fire, hoping
for hoses from who knows where.
Fall finds us slipping.
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a ritual to start the work week
Trees blaze above our harvest feast, a bustling array, glowing in the pale light of the cool half-moon.
A chill whispers through arching branches, stripped to the bark, proud and brazen, outside our twinkling windows.
Our hands squeezed into a gentle knot, glimmers of green poke at the warming blue sky, leaning in toward the sun’s pursed lips.
Laughter rustles under umbrellas raised against rain and heat, our bare toes toppling toadstools growing among thick roots.
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