Sunday, June 24, 2018

Mulberry Wine


Grape vines won’t grow on my farm
The grasshoppers too vigorous, the weeds too strong
The sun too weak and the rain too long.

My neighbors grow them
But mine are only sticks in the ground.

My other problem,
The mulberries of course.
Growing everywhere and out of control
I can’t saw or spray or burn enough
To stop the overthrow

When will I stop the madness, accept my fate?
Redirect my toil, embrace my state?
Make mulberry wine?

Give me a bit… gotta plant another grape vine…

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Octogenarians



I am part of a gaggle of octogenarians
Do I have them?
They cannot be had
Do they have me?
Again, not really.

Roles: parent, child
Ferment and meld
The old bond: love
Is the only one that held

80, 90 years our short human chance
To see sprouts from seeds we sow
Our rain and sun are kindness
Without which nothing good can grow.