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Category Archives: 2024 Daily Poems
Gilbert
My anxiety has a friend, named Gilbert.Gilbert is a good friend.Whenever my anxiety is stressed about something that he –my anxiety – cannot handle,right now, anyway,Gilbert takes it on for himself. It doesn’t matter if it’s large or small.Gilbert’s got it.That’s … Continue reading
My Usher
Mystery is my usher,I will never miss the show. She sits me down in the good seats,She waits quietly until intermission. She restores my soul: she leads me from one act to the next,in a plot much larger and granderthan … Continue reading
Dance to the Good Songs
not wiser, despite what they saynot smarter as suchnot more groundedor more successfulor wiseror improved memoryand as for strongerand healthierwellhahbutas I get olderI will sayI get a little more determinedto dance to the good songsabout whichI meanif that’s not an … Continue reading
The Houseguest
Winter evening, I was not expecting you here so early.No, don’t be embarrassed –let’s neither of us be embarrassed –and any slight shade of pink, let’s count as beauty.Others may be coming. But now you’re here,let’s fill fine China platters … Continue reading
Ode to Coffee
You can make the most of it in the morning:A perfectly manageable addiction.A boat, from night’s rough waters, an awningFrom crimes, hopes, dreams, fears, and all conviction.First, sift water through proven grounds of earth,then, gather the blackness in a cup … Continue reading
The Fabric
Before I left my Ireland,I folded the hills, and my mates, and the songs we shared,into a green pocket squarethat I carried with mefor all the crossing. And today my great-great grandchildren – who I confess,rarely, if ever, crossed the … Continue reading
Temp Agency
Back then,for a few days,the agency had me workingas a last minute stand-in for St. Peter. I was disorientated. The clouds were scratchy,and had a tendency to move, without notice.As for cherubim, the less said of them, the better. I … Continue reading
Time’s Conditional
In the morning,eating some plain oatmealwith time’s conditional: If it’s not one thing,it’s another. It’s this one thing, now, oatsand water and, next,
Rev. Bob Janis 