I raise my head
from his chest, heartbeats
to crickets

first yoga session:
        rhythmic
        creaking

husband spellbound —
        his wife’s version
        of their courtship

bird house empty of seed
even the jays
look for Bernard

hospital vigil
the imperceptible shift
of clouds

deserted beach
missing a child’s
hand to hold

open house
my children, their children . . .
joy is my middle name

thunderclap!
a squirrel near the feeder
clutches its chest

Mother’s Day
gift-wrapped box of chocolates
one piece missing

steady rain . . .
I fall short of being the human
I wish to be

migrating birds
grains of sand tumble
from her notebook

twilight deepens —
      the wordless things
      I know