SUNDAY LINES FOR MY DAUGHTER


SUNDAY LINES FOR MY DAUGHTER 

The love you carry
is more than enough
for this morning

Love, Dad
17 May 2020

Repaso en el Cuaderno Reflexivo


REPASO EN EL CUADERNO REFLEXIVO

¿Capitulo por capitulo? No.

Gold-breasted finches descend
to fresh water poured into stones
Close to where I sit tucked in shade
behind Ed Wood Half Moon Maple.
The forest floor. Forastero.
Stranger in my own back yard.

Gozo y gracia, mi hermanos.


Jim Bodeen
9 May 2020

SOURCING STONES


SOURCING STONES

            for Elise          
                                                                                                                          
Stones from the Hebrew Bible
track patterns in sand. Eavan Boland,
dead in Ireland. I read her poems
after a bicycle ride. She writes in
Quarantine about a man and woman
living and dying in the year 1847.
How they lived together
in the worst year. The worst year
for all, she reminds us, can be proved
in darkness. And so it happens
again in our time, a dark season.
We didn't know who was in the room
when the stars came out, young
immigrants telling stories.
Twenty years later we find
out each of us was present.
We were telling the same story.

Jim Bodeen
4 May 2020


Lines for the Geologist on his Mother's Passing


LINES FOR THE GEOLOGIST
ON HIS MOTHER'S PASSING

            for Don Coberly

What does it mean, geologist,
one who studies attachment to the earth,
when his mother dies? How does one
pick up the mother, and holding her in his hands,
asking for revelation, bring the word down?
Insight may be it, but it doesn't serve.
(Does every word sink like a stone?)
If you could ask her for one thing.
Even then, she'll tell you
she told you that, and more than once.
She doesn't have to tell you
she's in your hands, how your love
at once surrounds the world.

Jim
May Day, 2020
















Love Wonder at the Water Hydrant


BICYCLE PARKED AT WATER HYDRANT

            for Karen and Barry


When the one who interrupts
the work of genius
is also the muse
love breaks
all ways a gain

open river wonder

            Word, Silence,
both,
            interrupted

            Interruption
aerates
            soil
            allows

            water
            access
            to
            root

           
Jim
30 April 2020             



from THE BICYCLE PRAYERS


The Bicycle Prayers

Long after the free fall
Long after the Look-what-I-can-do
and early morning walk
into the dew-soaked garden
socks and pant cuffs wet
and all thoughts of return
gone as well
his red bicycle stood waiting
by the side of the house
a question mark. What
did he need of questions?
Why did he kneel before the geraniums?

Jim
22 April 2020


Cristo y Usted


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Hablando de usted
Cristo es la piedra angular
cada piedra tiene su lugar

jim bodeen
15 abril 2020