Look!
She’s talking
directly
at the soul
of our time.
Week 27, 2019 – Our View
Week 22, 2019: The Aspen Prayer
May you spread along and
Nurture your neighbors
Until you’re no longer
One Unit but a Grove
May you lift off the ground
held down only by
Strong and connected roots
That help you chase the sky
And may you always know
Deep down through your core
That you, too, will sustain
All that has come before
Week 19, 2019: To the Librarian
I spent the whole day reading –
your perfect day
“Amazing how the years go by”
I imagine you’d say,
with a loving glance
at days far away.
I do get it now –
with all the ups and downs –
those books held your ground.
Week 18, 2019: New Orleans
Horns, cold beer, and
no ration –
allies full of foot steps
scolded only for
Not being happy –
It’s the
stomping that matters
where each step
is as different
as you,
and me.
Week 2, 2019: Home
Remember when?
That chair sat right there
And she would curl up
With three half-read books
And he would soon pour
A glass so red and so warm
Echoing through the air
Like our safe steps upstairs
Growing light into heavy
Between walls holding steady
Both their soft and firm calls
Now embraced protocols
Week 1, 2019: Break
Maybe we can take a break
from skin and bones and
and float above our chilly city
We’ll spread our thoughts
across time like color
to then soon discover
a life in new space –
what’s been lost to our taste –
and absorb its clean energy,
fuel our dear memory,
in time to escort me home
Week 52, 2018: Times Long Past
Nine waves to eight knowing
She will be replaced, too,
by something new –
As it’s the distance that drives
what no longer defines
the nearest view –
So let her lay a foundation,
a soon faraway station,
preparing for you
to pass right on through
Week 51, 2018: Anticipation
It both fills and swallows,
Excites and impedes,
Showing and covering,
The time in between
Week 50, 2018: Inviting
When he opens the door,
Right beside many more,
He doesn’t stop to worry
Of all the things that could be
He keeps his focus right on her,
Not her potential to diverge
Knowing present’s paths to future
Are always more, never fewer
So as he witnesses her first step –
An embracing of his thoughtfulness –
He knows the future isn’t to fear,
Simply a choice she could make right here
Week 49, 2018: Settling Down
The Sun yawns deeply
and prepares the day for
dreams closely tied to
this four post bed still
lined with thoughts from
the very bottom of
my heart that can only
follow a rhythm
of beat, beat, beating
like it did not choose
to keep itself in sync –
like it knew there’ll
be days like this –
like this my Mama said
next to the Rosebush’s
petals and thorns to just be
“a little more patient.”
Time will tell, you know,
She’ll bring you
right on through
Hilary Clark 