Awakened

The morning sun floods

my room as

I gaze through wavy window

across the land before me

in awe of bright blooms,

a pinwheel of colors,

that splash the fields

while chirping birds

ride the fragrant air as the

spring garden has

awakened from

winter slumber.

NANCY LANE STONE

Keene

--

Disconnect

A bedside clock starts my day,

I do not need the dawn,

coordinated universal

time directs my days.

Insulated walls and roof

shield me from the weather,

a mindful robot warms or cools

according to the season,

and wheat baked into my daily bread

is roundup-ready grain.

Tectonic uplift builds mountains, I’ve read,

and carbon warms the sky,

but the more I learn of planet Earth,

the more I’m disconnected.

So I watch the natural world from my couch,

on a screen that’s flat and wide,

where dolphins herd a school of herring,

and bonobos gather in trees.

JEFF STAPLES

Keene

--

Just This Just Now

Life moves

In a whisper

Always

Undetected

Take notice

Hold on

It’s yours

Tomorrow, mañana

Who knows? Quien sabe?

Just this place

Under the stars

This time

Is all you can ever hold

Just now

Melts into your past

Is becomes was

Was the fragile life

You once held

Did you pay attention?

STEPHEN SERAICHICK

Keene