Nameless Blue Flowers

3:30 pm: Race to room from work after moaning all day long about the unfairness of indoor classes

3:45 Arrive at barn, having changed and biked up George Hill, past the purple crocuses in the Quill's yard, way too hot with a light sweatshirt and a T-shirt.

4:00 Finish cleaning Grayson's stall, then traipse the mudball himself through the barn and park him in the driveway to be brushed.

4:10 Depart for Thayer Garden

4:12 Stop to listen to a chorus of Spring Peepers

4:13 Pause for an insistent Phoebe

4:30 Wade across the edge of a beaver pond--where the trail used to be--Woodfrogs join the party.

4:45 Enter Thayer Garden

4:45 Gasp at the ground blue with little flowers--for me?  Thank you, Father

5:00 Still amongst His extravagance--always

10:00am What are these flowers called?

The Curl in Me

Does it bother you
That I giggle when I live
Poems, full of glee,

Do you roll your eyes at my jeans
Stained bareback brown and orange bike
Hauled up three flights of stairs?

Are you offended
That my eyes taste the sky, naturally,
That wind’s blush tints my cheeks,

Do you look away
As I dash to class under a blue rucksack
Windbreaker, green crocs

As I eat brussel sprouts,
Rye Bread, 10pm in bed,
To run weights to the nosy sun?

Ah, I see it in your eyebrows
When I speak in class,
When my pants don’t squeeze my thighs

When I don’t own an accentuating dress,
When my banquets hike on mountains,
When I grin at your hinting flattery—

I see it bothers you
That my ironed, desiccated, hair
Will skip back home to curls

Joyful, no matter what you say,
Content, ambiguous,
After soaking up the rain.

God of Wonders, Beyond Our Galaxy

The view from a mountain of other mountains boiling about me, the sun westernizing its circuit, and the rocks around me glistening even as they shelter me for a moment from the wind can hardly be more Awesome-- and yet, there is Something more incredible, reaching beyond this little moment, and this one place, and this great galaxy...

"Set a guard, O LORD, over my mouth;

Keep watch over the door of my lips.

Do not incline my heart to any evil thing,

To practice deeds of wickedness with men who do iniquity;

And do not let me eat of their delicacies.

Let the righteous smite me in kindness and reprove me;

It is oil upon the head;

Do not let my head refuse it..."(Psalm 141:3-5)

Looking Toward New Places

Where He leads me I will follow, even if the new mountains are flat ones

And even if the new adventures involve no slushing through corn snow.