Tuesday, December 23, 2025

S. A. Gerber

Earth Day


I look out

the window at

strange gardens,

Temporarily mis-

placed by choice.

Fueled by unfamiliar

coffee and sheer

discipline, I

attempt to write.

Cath is meeting a

friend for a fashionable

lunch In Newport Beach,

Back up North, a friend

is hosting an “Earth Day”

celebration in Ocean Park,

and I have just returned from

escorting my Raven-Agrippina

to and from a private dog park

on these premises.

Should I be here?

Should I be there?...

Anywhere?

Doesn’t really matter

I suppose.

As long as I write it down.

I am often encouraged to

“not isolate”, “be a part of”.

Encouraged maybe, though

never really accepted.

No matter…no matter.

There is no better place and

feeling, than to spend the day,

especially this one, in a dog-

park, with a loved one!

Happy Earth Day!




        Right Side

 

Wasted days of

banging a gong.

Thankfully on the

right side of wrong.

 

Downtown tomorrow,

the library waits.

Bring back the loaners,

a little past late.

 

Conversation wasted,

no one hears.

Shaking their heads,

drinking his beer.

 

Check for fifty,

taxes taken out.

Just enough left

to roam about.

 

Love an inconvenience,

better things to do.

Put it to paper,

some of it’s true.

 

Looking out on life,

from above the store.

Drink, paper & pen…

wishes little more.




      Time Out


days passing slowly

into night.

helpless feeling of

dreaded repetition.

the dark fog will

not dissipate.

the clock has frozen.

there is rain on

the sundial.

look past…

look forward…

look out!

there is no now!

where does the sand

go when the hourglass

is full?

 

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