where glacier greets sea
the crashing, calving flow
gives voice to every storm
that added to its stream,
replies to each stone
overturned by groaning ice,
and rings with echoes
of the shearing squeal of
rock etching rock
then asea,
as centuries bob
in new disquiet,
ice becomes the sea,
and melts into
the depths
of its own
silence
This morning at about 8 AM the two hummingbird
fledglings at the front door left their nest. We have been watching them closely, even before they hatched. The serendipity of the placement of the nest, on a chain hanging from a reflective plate at the entryway, has allowed us to peek into the nest at will. The young birds were incredibly tiny when they hatched. They grew steadily at first, then in a short period of about three days, they went through a growth spurt, and they were gone. We
Paying the Toll
Skeet and me in the last pew
listenin' to some trash
somethin' bout our savior
and givin' up our cash
We just have two nickles
Skeet says give em one
I tell Skeeter ten percent
is the way I heard it's done
Skeeter says you can't make change
when they pass the plate
so he leaves a nickle
to get us through the gate
I tell Skeet it might be fine
if we was
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