love the moment

Once, unexpectedly My youngest daughter used her key To enter the kitchen unannounced And see her just showered father Derrière exposed Standing at the sink Years ago On a clear, January day With cross country skis and A snow-covered field The cold New England air Pained my chest In gasps Labored and deep Last evening After sushi and saké My eldest daughter Casually delivered a paternal exegesis As startling as unexpected visits As shocking as freezing winter wind And although we live our lives Essentially alone Thank god that The angels allow Those naked moments When we are truly seen dg 12/17/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

What they knew They spoke often Which gave the idea There was nothing else Sex was bad Shame was good The question unimportant Only the right answer Usually (c) On their multiple choice There was no Discussion Why didn't they tell me of Giant Squid And mushroom worlds in the forest Connected and quiet Armillaria ostoyae covers 2200 acres in Oregon All the big and wonderful things my Parents never knew I learned on my own Like love Like Eight-ball And calling my shot The red 3 In the corner pocket The hard way dg 12/13/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

I am drifting like an ocean Floating like the high winds Everyone is so rooted in this world Yet I have no place to rest my head Indeed, I am different I have no treasure but the Eternal Mother I have no food but what comes from her breast Tao 20   The Sahara desert was once green Lush and wet Many fed and drank of her waters That body now bare as bone Bleached bright by sun and sand Even now Far below Probing radar reveals a river Deep and patient It waits Like a shy child Timid, unsure The buried treasure is saved Like a virgin bride   Hours in an airport Days in hotels Food prepared on assembly lines Even when it is late Home is the oasis To which Like the lost, parched Bedouin I will crawl with my last breath   In my chair Coffee, slippers and book Once again I am young   dg   12/8/11     Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/  

There was the dark-haired girl by the window The strawberry blond with freckles behind her The brunette walking past me with an awkward gait Upon reflection Further examination revealed a permanently curled left hand All of this she managed quite well Good enough that only a poet would notice I, too, have a limp My soul is slightly twisted Bent from years of fitting in We all write stories of Contortion that mar the smooth babies We once were I wish I had known her well enough or Had been brave enough to ask How her delicate blend of Beauty, grace and deformity was born What triumphs and failures Have made her thus So many nights I wiped away a daughter's tears The soft sorrow nearly broke me Thank god I was able to adequately lie Don't worry, honey It's OK Everything will be all right And the mystery of the lie Is that it is also true How can we be both liar and sage How is it that we are both broken and whole Only the angels know How a painfu...

rules and fools and sunday schools and lies and eyes empty of reflection hands that clinch and push away variation on themes memorized by rote kneeling knees that instinctively jerk judgments rendered at the slightest provocation singsong rhymes and the company line that's all that's left of my private education schooled, fooled instincts overruled it took years to recover the simple truths children know but preachers forget i find it instructive Jesus had no degree   dg   12/2/11