Saving the Days
I think it doesn’t take as long as I think
to get through the day with less. Less grows on me.
Even in a mess or life on the skids,
when the physics of moving forward seems unavailable
at best, even then, I am out early in the morning
at such times and today, I’ve changed my usual direction,
walking on the sidewalk instead of the grass.
Trends pass. I let mine fly away like the wrens
in the mesquite bushes, the wrens are small,
hardly there at all but wily, completely in the world outside,
no matter how tiny. I want to be like them, a life force,
like the wrens, the wild crows, the roadrunner moving
like wind, it is always in a hurry. I try to be as alive as I am,
moving into light and time, stepping out with my thirteen pound
honey colored dog as she leaps in between every few steps,
it is her way to move out toward what’s around her head on,
all in, with everything she has in her, living, walking deep
is what I say it is, and I am trying to follow along with her,
making our lives on earth avid, walking past the snow covered mountains,
under the palm trees covered with tiny date seeds,
covered with desert in my mind, the sweetest of it,
we know it, Honey and I do, the pink primroses
steady in the heat, yellow trumpet flowers always in bloom,
the yucca plants aflame with their silky white petals.
The Things We Pull Off By Chance
They have a power of their own. Breaths and pauses.
Chagall’s violins. What becomes more when we aren’t expecting it.
Images with float. What fits. The constancy of what happens over
and over and how we find a place in the middle of them,
the way it is. The sunflowers out back breaking open,
overturning what we already know until it becomes something else.
Bigger. Extending beyond but still the same place. I think this is
how the mind works and the spirit makes its way. In the early hours
where the moon meets the day as if there is an easy way to move from one to the other.
A bouquet of fresh roses. Love again. Anything at all.
Charlene Langfur is an organic gardener, a rescued dog advocate and a Syracuse University Graduate Writing Fellow. Her writing has appeared in many magazines and journals–of the most current a series of poems in Poetry East and Weber-The Contemporary West ( 2016 and 2018).