boxes again

boxes again




all these years of collecting

but now putting things in boxes

mostly for throwing away

some tools to give to friends

yes I still remember their feel

I enjoyed the work with them

today my joy is the memory of work

I don’t like to think of myself

as winding down

although a few weeks ago

I hired a crew to take away

my woodshop where in the past

I had spent hours

cutting stiles and rails

these days most of the plans

are in my head and fading

words from a woman

walking behind me at my sister’s funeral

sent me to the attic to load boxes



JRS

9/17/2010

no promise

no promise




awoke to a feeling of joy

nothing new was expected

just glad to have

come up from the canyon



at dusk when night calls me down

singing in my ear this is your home

here you will stay

this morning I’m glad to see the light



push away feelings from my knees

step into a new day

with no wonder of how it will end

what I will find



will I make the most of this new day

no I will just live it as sweetly as I can



JRS

9/16/02010