Feb 5, 2021

faith rings like a hammer

a painting by Massoud Arabshahi of Iran

i folded the sheet of newspaper into a hat

the way my mother did when I was a child 

if i made two more folds 

it would have become a boat

but i stop at the hat and i place it on my head

once upon a time i did this to please my mother

so she would know that i learned from her

years later i wore the hat to make my children laugh

now my mother is gone and so are the children

in the silence of the house i wear the foolish hat

a hat made of folded newspaper.

no one sees 

no one laughs 

from outside 

i hear the sound of a blue jay.

it is a lonely sound


faith rings like a hammer

hope is the ore that we mine here


hot and silent 


no sign of even one bird 

no dog barks in the distance 

i cannot hear any traffic 

the sky lacks clouds 

i stop walking 

and stand perfectly still 

my breath 

my heartbeat 

nothing more in all of the universe


I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.

-Lao Tzu

Joy can be restorative. It can be akin to a good meal: nourishing and necessary. 

-Daisy Hernández

There is nowhere to arrive except the present moment.

–Thích Nhất Hạnh

Dexter Gordon/Cry Me A River

some poetry links:

the website of poet ren powell

the morning porch of poet dave bonta

haiku eye

US magazine Poetry faces outcry for publishing work by sex offender

Michelle Obama interviews Amanda Gorman for Time about impostor syndrome and making poetry 'cool'

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