Three Poems by Lynn McClory
Over Us
Rosy clouds blanket their morning playground
A dove swoops the intelligent sky
A weasel slips out from under a cabinet
The evening star closes her moist eyesThe elements know their time is at hand
They know more than we doOur deafening clatter hovers over us
Lunch at the Clark
Mario sits silently for hours on the 5th floor
dreaming solutions to his galactic questions
and asks at lunch how to use punctuationI don't Bill tells him
but instead number the pages from 1 to 3
then 2 and 2a after 5 later 4 then 5a etcetera
weaving the planets together as they appearThen Mario reveals that the moon's reflection
resides behind the one we think pulls the tides
its atom prime mover of everything
Love of worn doorsteps
swaying treetops
listening for sounds
crab apples blooming
two toned tulips
giant orange poppies
irises purple capes
all their inner body shapes
lime-green hostas
key-lime pie
generational expressions
awesome art galleries
intricate installations
thoughtful gestures
the smiling connection
something in common
change for the better
extended time
days without function
wafting memories
tiny pink fingernails
vulnerability
suffering ancestors
homogeneity and difference
kittens rolling
cats hilarity
planning for pleasure
sinking down in the bathtub
thinking alone
the hair on his belly
the rumpled bed
in stitches laughing
talking far into
the tears in your eyes
healed neurosis
strolling along
banks of the river
pristine lakes
the heron's wingspan
still water canoeing
canoodling behind a curtain
the starry universe
stained glass in the window
complex arrangements
infectious music
a single note
smooth stones
warm patios
the city bumped into
intimate conversations
relief from the weather
baking aromas
steaming teacups
fair trade farming
organic delicious
utopian futures
soup on the stove
a breeze through the window
the candlelit supper
entertaining the idea
an old book
the complete collection
time for reading
concentration
sudden inspiration
writing in the moment
the full life
your dignified pride
you finding your way
immense possibility
Lynn McClory is a fledgling poet who recently retired to read critically and write poetically for as long as her body and mind will allow.