Hello friends,

Thank you for all the emails and texts about my missing poems of the day! I took a break first because I went blank and now because I am writing something longer that isn’t ready. So in the meantime I’ll post some of my favorite poems for you. Today, here’s W.S. Merwin’s “Thanks.” A friend sent me this poem in my email last week and it has been echoing in my head since then. Click the link on the first lines of the poem to read the whole thing at Enjoy.

with the night falling we are saying thank you”

from “Thanks” by W.S. Merwin



Shelter in Place Day 16

unfinished Easter sonnet 


the poultry processing plant worker dead

every morning more green buds

the folk singer dead

snow melting the trail to mud


the neighbor’s mother’s mother dead

the toilet paper factory worker has a fever

the dental hygienist dead

the city council closed down the river


Good Friday 2020 my sister

gives out the free lunches to hundreds

spring in time of a disaster

where the body was now only blood







Shelter in Place Poem, Days 14 & 15

Note: this poem is my attempt at a ghazal, a poem that uses a repeating end word and includes the author’s name in the last stanza. Read much more about the form here.

What comes to me is silence so I stare at clouds.
The air is filled with birdsong and the sky is dotted with clouds.

I sit outside alone and close my eyes to escape doubt.
I open them and see on the hillside the shadow of clouds.

Can I name even one of the dozens of birds on this slice of the mountain?
The robin, the magpie, the warbler are dark specks below the clouds.

As usual, I want this to last forever, the blue, the warmth.
I know it will fade to dusk and evaporate like the clouds.

Come back! cry the birds against the backdrop of the manmade fountain.
I search the changing shapes and coded messages of the clouds.

I imagine the suffering I know is happening everywhere
and send my prayers like birds up to the clouds.

If my name were a birdsong–Kim-ber-ly–what would it mean?
Above me the hawk circles and caws against the clouds.





Shelter in Place Poem, Day 13

The sun was setting and the moon was rising,
the moon was almost full and shone large over the mesa,
the sunset lengthened our shadows as we walked our regular route
talking and laughing in the warm, barely-spring air, the dog was lunging
at so many rabbits we decided to turn back just as two neighbors emerged
from their houses so we greeted them at a cautious distance and the girls kicked
a ball around in the twilight, and then a howl erupted out of the growing darkness,
and another, and another, all at once, and it was people, out on their porches
or in their yards, howling at the moon, howling into the darkness,
and we started howling too, our voices moving as breath
and sound from our healthy lungs and out into
the night air and up toward the moon.


Shelter in Place Poem, Day 12

The animals visit my dreams.

The rabbit says if I freeze

in fear, my fear will find me.

The hawk caws take the long view.

The horse lies down on my body.

Okay, I say. I get it. Horse.

The spider says, weave.

The turtle says, slow.

The mouse says study the details.

But what about the hawkI

I ask. The long view?

The mouse’s whiskers quiver.

The hawk swoops down

for the mouse. The bear growls,

her paws dripping from fishing.

The fish flashes in sun,

bleeding. I lay still, finally.

The horse is heavy,

whispering wait. She stands up,

walks away,

dips her nose into grass.

Shelter in Place Poem, Days 10 & 11

Not knowing what to say

I look for lines to steal:

late coffee and oranges in a sunny chair.


April is the cruelest month


But logic has no place here.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.

Somewhere someone was sewing a mask.

A rough beast slouches toward the foothills,

out of the cradle endlessly rocking.

Today we will take a walk

and draw a map.

And what of the dead? They lie without shoes

in their stone boats.

Our maps our meaningless to them,

as theirs are to us, for now.


Poetry Reading!

Hi all,

I’m taking a break from my shelter in place poem on Saturdays, but if you are in the mood for some wonderful poetry today, check out John Brehm‘s reading. He is one of my favorite poets ever as well as a friend of mine.

His reading is today, Saturday, April 4 at 4:00 PM pacific (so 5:00 PM MDT, 6:00 PM central, and 7:00 PM EDT).

You can see his reading on Zoom at

or on Facebook Live at

His poems are funny and beautiful. Tune in if you can!