Category Archives: Uncategorized

DogDaze: 5 and counting

June 15

Five days

I can count the days on one hand now.

Five and then I fly.

First into the sky, the land of New Jersey, Morristown, The Seeing Eye.

Then back into the world of independent travel, trusting and caring for a canine teammate.

And once home I’ll still be flying, with my head in the clouds, my feet on surer ground.

So excited and grateful.

DogDaze: Counting Down

Here I am. Finally.

And while the road to this point has been difficult and long, the path ahead won’t be easy either.

You see, on Wednesday the call came.

“Are you willing to come June 20 to the Seeing Eye for training?”

“Yes!” my breath escaping.

“And are you willing to be paired with a female Golden?”

“Oh yes!!” my heart pounding.

And here we are. Getting ready.

I have told just about every person on earth that matters to me.

And I still must proclaim it to the heavens.

Gratitude and excitement and relief that I will soon have another teammate.

An incredible, canine teammate.

A sweet little girl dog to walk with.

To travel through the neighborhood.

To travel into and around the synagogue.

So very, very grateful.

So in love with Love.

where the mind goes

Where the mind goes when you’re making lunch and the salad crunch with the cruton and the neutron and the plasma and my asthma and miasma and I ask Ma where the mind goes As I fetch the mail holy grail Like it best in Braille Cause it aint so frail like to feel I’m real and can deal the real deal where the mind goes

A Letter From A Fan

Dear Edna St. Vincent Millay

I fear that my harsh judgment may

Have clouded my eyes to your witty and wise

Lyrically lovely word-play

But what is a young girl to do

When she wants to grow up to be you

Lots of poetry selling

Men adoring Fans yelling

Give us more–But I’m just me–Boo hoo

Rainy Season

Rainy Season

*from One With Willows, copyright 2019 by Joan Myles*

When the rains come at last,

there is no mistaking what will happen.

One person uncovers the cistern

he dug years ago against thirst.

Another brings out buckets

to place beneath the leaky roof.

Oh, let me be the one

who opens windows and unlocks the door,

who presses her face against the screen,

inhaling the mist like life itself.

Let me gather the children

to trace raindrop outlines

upon the window glass,

to clap and dance with joy

for gardens yet to be

and for promises kept.

Come On Justice Come

*Please join me in chanting, living, breathing these words every day…it takes all of us to change the world*

Come On Justice

By Joan Myles

somethin’s stirring in the wind and weather

somethin’s roaring in the stormy tide

somethin’s rising up for good and better

come on Justice come

somethin’s beating in the hearts of young folks

somethin’s rushing down the halls of time

somethin’s urging us before all hope’s broke

come on Justice come

smash the idols that compel us

fear and prejudice and greed

clear the pathways that repel us

come on Justice come

somethin’s truer than the tears that blind us

somethin’s shining on the hill ahead

somethin’s marching in the streets behind us

come on

come on Justice

come on Justice come

Primitives

Primitives

after spending

three days shivering

inside a tent counting

the distance between sword-flash and

echoing hoof-beats

after wondering whether a roof

can ever again be water-proof

suddenly robins.

winged emissaries

promises of reconciliation

and the sun appeared

glorious

as a god

Return

Voices gather around my door

hear a whisper

there a roar

pausing from a quick reply

I ask myself why

words I offer seem unclear

or insufficient

and I fear

I’ll clutter Wisdoms silent flow

with all I do not know

so again I turn inside

to seek the peace which can’t abide

long amid such human noise

my spirit gratified